The Girl In Ivory White

I see a little girl

Dressed in ivory white

Her brown locks curl around her face

Her eyes dance a happy dance

And when she giggles,

Her little button nose crinkles

And makes me smile.

She prances around from corner to corner,

Like she owns the world.

From time to time,

She breaks into a song,

Tuneless, but soulful.

She makes me smile.

Then, she starts to dance.

Her feet possess the rhythm

That her voice does not.

She is free, uninhibited, inspired,

She has a magical quality about her,

That makes me smile.

She picks up something from the ground,

Something that has caught her fancy.

It is a triangular blue piece of glass.

She holds it up against the sun,

Chuckles at the triangular green patch on the blue sky.

Her laughter makes me smile.

It is only if you look closely,

That you spot the holes in her ivory white dress.

That you see the cracks on the tiny feet.

That you realize her brown hair,

Is because of more sun and less food.

That the piece of glass is entertainment she has chanced upon,

Maybe today is her lucky day.

She continues to sing, she continues to dance,

But now holds her blue treasure close to her heart.

She is careful to not let it fall on the road below,

Because she does not want to lose it.

Just the way I hold on to that treasured moment tightly,

Because I do not want it to fall out of my mind,

Because I do not want to lose it.