When I was just a baby girl
I'd look up to the skies
I'd brush away the tousled hair
that fell into my eyes.
I'd ask for all the answers
to almost everything there was
And why this little baby girl
would do the things she does.
The heavens had no answers
and the stars had no advice
I only knew this baby girl
was not of sugar spice.
It really wonderul poem and it reminds me when i was child and it is the same with everyone who rea the poem. Wonderful work.
I really like this. From one baby girl to another, you say alot in your writing. DC
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An intriguing poem. It leaves me wondering what happened to this little girl later. Are there the seeds of a longer poem here?