Where o where has the little girl gone ?
Empty seat and tousled bed
Shake their heads, it's worrisome.
Let's worrisome.
The doll's hairbrush just smoothed her hair,
The pins were dropped- now she's not there.
No, she wasn't just hair.
A little lamp has toppled down,
The pen and exercise-book frown.
So small the girl, so big the frown.
Window is open, door is shut,
She cannot go out, cannot soar up.
She tried, but she didn't go up.
Rhea, you're writing better and better all the time. It's worrisome.
ReplyDeleteThis one is quaint, but in the modern poetry context. I like.
Very very impressive.
ReplyDeletethank you. reassurances were required.
ReplyDeleteon a more cheerful note, let's worrisome.
This is lovely.
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