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Me thinking back on my past before living with my father.

Transversing the fields of faded memory
I cross paths with a wretched child
Small and frail
Untrusting and withdrawn
Bitter and alone
With a dark hollow face and tearstained cheeks
A girl who does not see me--
the child whom I used to be
Though she wears a stotic frown
Borne of dissapointments and heartbreak
Cultivated by lies and grief
She looks to the sunset sky in the west summer sky
I see the hint of a shy,wistful smile
A rare change in her hard,waifish features
I wonder what exactly is it she sees
And find myself amazed
At how the wretched child i used to be
Transformed into the woman that is me

Edith Terah Watson
Copyright ©2007 Edith Terah Watson