Little Girl Gone Poem by Whitedoves Nest

The winter wind blows against my face
The tear weeps, it leaves no trace
My heart expands when I see you gone
It is for you that I will ever mourn

That little girl I once used to be
The quiet girl that was me
Has disappeared, and I cry a tear
Forever in my heart; forever near

I look at photos now many years on
I see the look that is now gone
The tears of sorrow, downward gaze
The darkened avenues; the grey haze

For now I fit another mould
I see rainbows and pots of gold
I look up and see a bright blue sky
I see happiness standing by

The time for joy is here at last
It is here, it comes so fast
The smile of love shows its face
A greatness now in sorrows place.



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