Beautiful hair was lifted into ponytails,
The curls framing her sweet face,
The big black eyes gave a longing look,
And she stared with profound meaning.
An angel would look no more innocent,
The subtle softness felt was too much.
A little girl was She,
She had a right to her childhood.
No! She carried the responsibility
Of her family,
She had to mature,
To grow Beyond her years,
Beyond her Height,
Beyond her understanding.
Thus is the Fate of the Destitute.
An Innocence long Forgotten.
A Need for Survival overtakes All.
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Reviews of "Little Girl"
Reviewed by Marley Jensen (Reader)
Reviewed on August 9, 2003
A magnificent sense of life flows from the pen of the poet.
Reviewed by Jaclynn Huntington (Reader)
Reviewed on August 1, 2003
Too many of my own students fit your description all too well. I was touched.
From the author of Jupiter Remembered and Until It’s Time: Embracing Life In Our Later Years comes Petals of Love: Poetry of a Woman’s Soul – a heartfelt collection spanning more than thirty-five years. Through tender reflections, these poems offer g
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