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The Haiku Shack

The Little Girl

Photo by reza shayestehpour on Unsplash

Here is a poem that I wrote many years ago. I did not remember it until I found it by chance in an old folder. But reading it brought me back to that morning in July 2016 when I sat to pen it.

I saw myself at my desk and experienced the same emotions again…

Dancing in the rain,
Droplets falling on her face,
The little girl sings.
Passers-by stare, dumbfounded.
Oh, she doesn’t care!
Mommy’s in the hospital-
Dad’s left for an atoll-
Adults are sad anyways,
The little girl thinks.
She picks up yellow flowers;
She’ll make a bouquet
For those who think about her.
It’s late now. Time flies.
No matter what they might say,
Take a look at her.
Thoughts crowd in and out, transient.
The little girl smiles.

— — —

She wants to jump in puddles,
But they won’t let her.
She may well catch some disease
Or stain her outfit.
They snatch the flowers from her.
Will they ever stop?
Is shouting the only way?
Maybe love is hard,
Or no one ever showed them.
The little girl cries.
The little girl tries to speak,
But words die within.
Only the Moon really smiles -
She looks like grandma!
Now, she will stop pretending.
Now, she will behave,
’Cause that’s what they want from her.

— — —

Dreaming in her bed,
She invents a better world.
Adults are so sad!
The little girl stares at me.
I feel connected.
I feel loved abundantly!
Will she ever find the moon?

— — —

Twenty years ago,
I remember meeting a little girl.
I recall her song, her dance in the rain.
I still see her smile, the yellow flowers.
I remember her so well,
Because this little girl was me!

© 2006 Cendrine Marrouat

That’s it for today!

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Cendrine Marrouat

Cendrine Marrouat

Poet, photographer, writer, author, co-founder of Auroras & Blossoms / PoArtMo, and (co-)creator of literary forms.