Little Girls Poem by Anisa Tara

Little girls
And their best friends
Still hurt my heart
I dream of white roses
Field upon rolling field
For the weddings
The babies
The lifetimes
Carefree roses
And the tales they testify
But some little girls
They grow up to die
And some white roses
Are tucked into white coffins
So I envy the little girls
With their white roses
And their best friends
Carefree in the fields
While my white roses
Can only testify
To the river of pain I've cried