Three Times Poem by Christina Simmons

So special the angels couldn't decide on a name
Lucky she is to have three names
Sing little girl! Sing! Through me you now have a voice

Could it be you're agonising over choices?
First you're here! Then you're there!
Where are you? Busy bee you‘ve become....
Speeding can be tiring!

Drying up! Running out of fuel!
Exhaustion! Leading to fatigue....
Unable to move! Don't rush! Take time!
Taking care of number one....

The little voice deep within
Listen to the appealing person in the core of you
She knows you best; valuable
Special and sincere, worthwhile

When she approaches, not looking as tough as she appears
Give the finest, the most optimum care!
Be gentle with her: the one Crying! Calling! Reaching out
Shed many a tears

Fading away into the midst of nothingness!
Stand strongly and firmly be counted for caused
That's what SHE about

Nurse her! Mend her broken wings!
Discovering her hidden talents
Creativity helps her to celebrate
Without pretence.