Just Be
by Barbara Lynn Terry
I am fifty seven but think like fourteen,
I am the little girl who is never seen,
I am she who has always been,
My wits about me so keen.
When I was young I did play,
But then was told I couldn't stay,
Because they all called me a girl,
In the small town where mother couldn't see,
How I would hop, skip, jump and twirl.
If only mother knew from all of them,
That to be a girl I could have been,
So happy, carefree, and then
My life would be full and complete,
So I could live and just be.
Felix
Regis
Sage
Love tinka
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D