Little Girl With Blue Eyes
Original composition date lost - pre 2008 | journal
So, while I was sitting around looking for things that reminded me of yesterday, I discovered more than memories; I discovered a past full of stories and dreams.
I discovered by looking in that diary, a little girl who used to write very bad poetry involving clowns and sadness. That same little girl grew up to detest clowns. Not out of fear, just out of annoyance, I think. She's still good at sadness.
I discovered by looking in that box, a little girl who began to keep and save and hoard. That same little girl still keeps, saves, and hoards, and now has a much bigger place to keep things than a tattered old shoebox under her bed.
I discovered by looking in the leaves of that book, a little girl with talent and love for words, who had the admiration and praise of her teachers. That same little girl grew to become a terrible student, but she still loves words and language. She still writes. She now has the admiration and praise of friends and peers.
I discovered by looking in that closet, a little girl who'd been given many toys. That same little girl grew to still love toys and games. She plays still, by herself a little too much; but she still plays. Lego is a great treasure, stuffed animals of great age that are still loved, and room for more toys when they come.
I discovered a little girl who grew to be a woman - though she is that little girl still.