Nostalgis Poem

I often miss the little girl

With limited limits

No boundary

Wild imagination

Her anything-is -possible

Heart: full and unbroken.


I often miss the pink tutus

Chubby legs

That sashay

That climb

They have I-think-I-can

Ambition: small, but strong


I often miss the Dalmatian

Sausage tail

Spotted tongue

Love and jealousy

His I-am-human

Mentality: wrong, but adorable.


I often miss the baby dolls

Pretend mama

Little arms

Cradling plastic

A they-are-real

Belief: innocent, but understood.


I often miss the little girl

Unkempt bouncy curls

Shy, sad smile

Hurt and confused

Her anything-is-possible

Heart: willing and unprepared.

breebreeze breebreeze
18-21, F
Feb 10, 2010