Sunday, January 25, 2009

Little Girl

Isn't anybody going to listen
to my story?
I've lost myself from writing
it over and over again.

Well, have you seen her face?
Is her smile unknown?
Is she so full of innocence,
from a world never shown?

Have you heard her calling,
beckoning to you?
Have you looked for the girl
with the smile of truth?

Can you save her from sorrow?
can you erase her past?
Will you reach out and hold her,
or just bring her back?

This little girl is yours,
don't let her run from a chance.
Find her, help her,
and maybe she'll love you again.

13 comments:

Gina said...

This poem seriously creeps me out, and I don't know why.

Actually, it's probably a result of spending all day with my little (6 months, almost 3 yrs, and 5yrs) cousins, and having this image of neglect of a very little girl. It's just scary to me.

Gina said...

I've read and reread this poem about five times now, and what strikes me is the sense that the little girl isn't a real person, but rather a metaphor for your own childhood and innocence. It's an interesting concept, loving one's own former self, or more accurately, protecting it?

Maria said...

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/West_Side_Story

Go to the link. Read it.












You've never heard the song "Tonight" or "Maria" or "I Feel Pretty", for gosh sakes?? Are you flipping kidding me???

Bela said...

Huh. That first one is a strange interpretation, but I kind of like the second one. It's like looking into a mirror and seeing a broken, and if not misshapen, reflection of my...life/childhood. I can't decide.

However, only from a distance. In truth, my childhood was fine. Maybe it could be a reflection of...feelings of neglect from CERTAIN childhood memories?

Ah, Maria...I'm sure you just LOVE a certain song of those few...

I think I have heard of it before, though. Yes, I think so. Maybe.

I remember "I Feel Pretty", though!

Maria said...

(Btw Gina wrote that comment above- she was too lazy to sign out of my Gmail)
Actually, that "certain song" that you think I might like I have only in recent years begun to tolerate... You don't know how it's haunted my childhood. Every adult I met knew that song and would start singing it.....
But seriously, I'd rather text you about it.

:)

Bela said...

Okay...nice going, Gina. Way to confuse me!

Heehee...I'll be waiting!

Maria said...

Whatt was the poll before anyway?

Maria said...

*what

Bela said...

It was, "Do you like the poll?" And then a "Woo!"

Gina said...

So... I don't get it...

Bela said...

Someone said no...and that isn't good...catch my drift...?

Gina said...

So... where are you?

Bela said...

Haha! Sorry! I've been busy!

Any requests for new poems? I've been a little strained for ideas lately. I've been working pretty hard, you know, with the book and all :)