poet Little Star

Little Star


When I was just a little girl
I never had a real doll
My doll was an empty bottle
Dressed with spotless paper ball

When I was fourteen
I could hardly buy a magazine to read
So I drew and made my own stories
On white unsoiled paper with my pen

When I was eighteen
I had my first kiss with my first boyfriend
We didn’t see each other often
So I wrote prose and poetry for him

When I was twenty two
I dreamed of white flowing chiffon wedding dress
I did have a wedding but no wedding dress to wear
I put away all my dreams on a piece of unstained paper

When I was twenty six
My children asked for many toys
But I could only buy some
So I made them many origami toys

When I was fifty-four
I lost my beloved half
I wanted to say many things to him
On a dainty paper roll, I poured my feelings all

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Poem Submitted: Monday, June 11, 2007
Poem Edited: Thursday, March 10, 2011

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  • Cyrina Moon (7/28/2007 1:16:00 PM)

    Richness through simplicity; Love through complexity. Delicate. Cy

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