Comments about Andrea Szyhowski
When She Was Lost
On the most sunniest day of the year,
On the most brightest day of the month,
On the most hottest day of the week,
A little girl was in the middle of the park.
These little girl was never heard,
These little girl was never seen,
These little girl was never understand,
But one day she disappeared.
No one saw,
No one heard,
No one cared,
These little girl was never there.
A little heart with little time,
A little heart with little hope,
A little heart with little chance,
Little girl who no one saw.
Little girl given one ...
What can we see by our eyes?
Colors, Friends, People, or animles?
I wish to see what is Unseen,
because that is what is real to me.
What can you see?
Did I list it?
To most the unseen is not there,
to few it is,
to few it is here like you and I.