I Still See The Little Girl In You Poem by Patti Masterman

I still see the little girl in you,
The one I used to know so well.

Though sometimes angry, when she lost a game;
Or woebegone, should the painting not work out,
Viewing life through her eyes was a neverending miracle
Everything new and fresh, unjaded by time's careless ways.

I found I could reach down deep inside myself,
For the answers she needed; about life, about existing;
Answers I would never have suspected
I could be the container for.

I still feel her here, sometimes,
Or know what she would be thinking about;
Or noticing most of all, in the world around us,
Even feel that small hand again in mine, occasionally
And catch the echo of that excited chattering.

My world changed unexpectedly
After she came, for I realized finally
That I had been mistaking true happiness
For so many other things, that it was not.