Thursday, August 21, 2008

Little girl 2

I watched from afar
A little girl In her
Yard
Where are her parents?
Where are her friends?

She brings out her dolls
For Monday afternoon tea

Tuesday she runs free

Wednesday she climbs a tree

Thursday she builds a fort

Friday she teaches herself
To ride a Bike

And Saturday she attempts to befriend
captured wild life

Sunday she gets ready for
Monday and starts her cycle all over
Again

Where are her parents?
Where are her friends?

The little girl has every thing
She could ever need
Right in her yard

She doesn’t need anyone to be happy!
She’s all happy alone!

At night when
She’d long fallen asleep
Her parents
Come home.

Trying not to wake her
As they had silent fights
She heard every word
But that never fazed her


The little girl raised herself
Knowing right from wrong
But not knowing
How to relate to any one else


Eleven years later
She takes the world
By storm
But still alone.

The now adolescent girl
Watches as her parents
Take claim to her
Talent and fame
Barely remembering her name
Oh how they should be ashamed

All I can do
Is watch this girl
There’s nothing I can do
To ease her pain
It’s up to her how she lives
Life’s game.

2 comments:

the em said...

This kind of reminds me of a song. Its a good song.

Good poem... touching point.

mythslegendsandtruth said...

what song?