05 March 2012

She Was Trouble, Even Then






















i can see her clearly,
today,
the first of seven
spoiled rotten
full of mischief
sharp-eyed inquisitor
wrapping all who knew her
around her little fingers

most days,
she fades,
lost in rubble
of crumbling years
and the merry-go-round
of brass-ring moments
fleeing,
some days,
i'm afraid
to look her in the eyes

but today,
today i see her clearly
and envy her innocence
her joie de vivre
her path
today,
i look back at her
with the same blue eyes
and hope she likes
what she sees,
today

[ This post is dedicated to the little me in the photo and to my dear friend Sharon. We share a birthday and, despite the many miles between us, we often share the same thoughts.
Happy Birthday Sharon ♥ ]

5 comments:

  1. Aah... how we miss ourselves when we were young... Can't turn back, alas. Happy B'day Diana! :)

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  2. Thank you Z, for reading and for the good wishes x

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  3. sigh...
    this is my favorite kind of poem to myself...

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  4. sweet picture and sweet poem.

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  5. Interesting how your let your inner child look at you today. Beautiful poem about a beautiful person.

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