I’ve lost the little girl with ponytails
Rocking amusingly at every move.
She loved long never-ending fairy tales
With good wizards and elves on the roof.
I can’t find the creature anywhere.
A rag doll with long plaits, a little ball -
The old toys still remind me of her.
But the girl is gone beyond recall…
I need her dreams and curiosity,
And her faith in the world and people,
Her joyful laugh and her simplicity.
I’m missing hugely the little girl…
I call the child – she may hear me -
To meet her one more time – face to face -
To feel, again, the past - so carefree -
And to greet the girl with warm embrace...
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