The Girl Over There.
Look at the girl over there,
the little blond one
hopscotching on the corner.
She used to be me
or was I her?
She can’t still hop
but never runs out
of chalk and potsy stones are everywhere.
Wanna play?
©Kathryn McLoughlin Collins
I so loved this poem. It made me cry. I have been trying to find the little child I used to be, full of faith, hope, love, and an eye single to the glory of God. You poem was only another confirmation from the spirit that I am going in the right direction. Thank you so much.
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Beautiful, and how often do we look back on that inner self that once was wishing ourself back to how it once was and yet our body today being all that holds us back - so sad... Treasure the inner child for that is what keeps the mind young and willing against all the odds. Took much from this write and glad I came by!
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