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Little Girl Child.

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Sometimes
I want to weep
Cry my heart out
For the little
Girl child
Living inside
This old woman.

Moon-faced
Sorrow-full eyes
Bowl-shaped hair
Self-effacing smile.

I want to
Take her
Hold her
Tenderly
In the palm of
These life-worn
Wizened hands.

I want to
Whisper
Softly-softly
So only she
Can hear.

You are safe
You are loved
You are precious
You are cherished
You are a sweetheart.

You have nothing
To be afraid of.

For there is hope
It rises with the sun
There is wonder
I have seen it
Through your eyes
There is more life
Inspired by the wind.

It is the goddess truth
She would not lie to us.