Little girls make plans,
dream about weddings and babies.
Little girls are full of hopes
and dreams.
Their intangible innocence
their innocent nature,
intense curiosity
at the world around them.
Little girls grow up
and their hopes and their
dreams fade away
when reality
steps in and changes
their view.
Reality which
steals their very innocence.
That little girl becomes
a woman with her own
hopes and dreams
that keep her hidden inside
herself. Her world
is small
and no longer
does she hold that
intense curiosity for the
things that
surround her.
Fairy tale weddings and
barbie doll dreams
gone with the wind.
A the woman
looks back on the
little girl
a small smile escapes her lips
as she is reminded that
life is journey
that teaches,
that hurts
that causes one to bleed.
It is a journey that
brings about tears,
and smiles,
hurts,
bitterness and
moments of intense happiness and
joy.
Life starts out as a little girl
but ends
as a woman
who has lived a life
that has become
a story to tell.
The story better than
any fiction novel
could write.
A story with a joyous beginning
intense plot
and ending that only time can tell.
A story that only life
can write and time
can narrate.
