Reflections Of A Little Girl

[Alexia]

I sit and watch the little child,
Ringlets bouncing atop her head.
As she strolls along the paths,
Picking pansies on the way.

I hear the sadness in her voice
As she sings her schoolhouse song.
I barely see her tiny face,
For the paths are much too long.

Haunting is the familiar feeling
As I watch her run and sing.
Something in the way she moves
Pulling at my heart strings.

She stops amidst the wildflowers,
Just staring out at the pond.
I wonder why she’s all alone
This wandering little child.

Images flash before me.
Visions of long ago.
And when she turns around to face me,
The little girl is me…..

Alexia

2003

[Matt]

You have succeeded in my books.
great poet!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!





Matt.

[nobodydatswho]

your are great!!!!!!

[Alexia]

Awwwwwwwwe Matt thank you for such wonderful response....greatly appreciated.

Alexia

[Alexia]

Hfarr, thank you for the lovely compliment...

Alexia