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No Little Girl
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No Little Girl |
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Rosemary J. Gwaltney Senior Member
since 1999-08-26
Posts 997northern mountains, Idaho 
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No little girl wears a fuzzy hat now out in the yard laughing in the snow, tripping in big boots, nose red and shiny with winter cold, fine long brown hair flying in the wind. No little girl sits on a high stool in the kitchen, sipping warm cocoa and fishing out tiny marshmallows to pop between busy red lips, talking and giggling with her sisters and brothers. No little girl sings to herself as she sorts through her dresser, changing clothes over and over, choosing outfits with such delight, and leaving all those little items strewn heedlessly on the carpet. No little girl digs out and puts on yet again that favorite red skirt with the hem coming out, running shrieking with irrepressible merriment, and dancing in dizzy circles until she falls over. No little girl begs me at the washing machine please, mommy, don’t wash dirty-bear, I like the way he smells, and he’s my favorite! Pleading loving eyes gazing so earnestly into mine. No little girl runs ahead of me to jump into my bed making room for me to climb in with a book, settling herself comfortably on the pillow beside me, her intense bright blue eyes shining. There is no little girl any more. |
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Martie
Moderator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Rosemary So many of your poems mirror the ache in me...but this one gave me weep of loss. Such precious sorrow. |
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Mistletoe Angel 
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
 (tears fall down my cheeks) Oh Rosemary, this is sooooooo heartaching, my heart goes out to you and the memories you have! (EXTRA BIG HUGS) I too know this pain of growing up so much, for I was abused as a child all the way up to my pre-teen years, and I never got to happily experience the joys of childhood like I wanted to, now I look back upon it and I always lay on my bed and cry thinking about it, while I know I must go on, although I'm hurt deep inside. (kiss on cheek) My heart goes out to you, sweet friend, we all love you so much, God Bless You! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Rosemary, thank you for sharing!   May love and light always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton |
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Nightshade
since 2001-08-31
Posts 13962just out of reach |
My smile turned to sadness as I reached the end of this heartfelt poem. Well done. Chris Life is not measured by breaths you take, but by moments that take your breath away. |
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doreen peri Member Elite
since 1999-05-25
Posts 3812Virginia |
you're a fine writer, rosemary.... i know i've told you that before but i'm telling you again... this is a great piece! nice to see you again! |
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ThisDiamond Member Rara Avis
since 2002-02-22
Posts 9353Michigan, USA |
Oh my friend, when I reached the end of your write, I saw the little girl, always to echo in cherished spirit where she resides. Bless you. ThisDiamond |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
There are no words at this moment. May I just say 'thank you.' ~Hugs, Nancy~ ~Sometimes all you really wish for... |
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Rosemary J. Gwaltney Senior Member
since 1999-08-26
Posts 997northern mountains, Idaho |
Martie, Noah, Nightshade, ThisDiamond, Enchantress, thank you so very much for your comments! This is a true story, though I had my doubts whether it could actually qualify as a poem or not. I appreciate your words! |
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lucky Senior Member
since 2000-01-17
Posts 1601Idaho |
Well, Now we have the big girls falling in the snow. It's almost hte same... dale |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
No little girl digs out and puts on yet again that favorite red skirt with the hem coming out, running shrieking with irrepressible merriment, and dancing in dizzy circles until she falls over. ================================ she dances in your pen and heart and touches all who read of her. heartbreakingly beautiful tribute. thank you for sharing her. jm |
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Accordionmaid Member
since 2001-10-28
Posts 153MA/USA |
This made me so sad...especially since my own "little girl" is now so grown up. (Though, I think she needs to recover from that, a bit...) This is written so beautifully, too! Very great. |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
Such a bittersweet write, for in it I smiled at the memories, the pictures of fun you created, and in those one carries on. The pursuit of truth and beauty is a sphere of activity in which we are permitted to remain children all our lives. |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
This definitely works as a poem, Rosemary. *S* You've written heartbreaking excellence. |
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hoot_owl_rn Member Patricius
since 1999-07-05
Posts 10750Glen Hope, PA USA |
Rosemary...it's been far too long since I've read your work. Beautiful and sad at the same time, but always you as your poetry reamins a piece of who you are. Loved this one  |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Rosemary~ 'No little girl begs me at the washing machine please, mommy, don’t wash dirty-bear, I like the way he smells, and he’s my favorite! Pleading loving eyes gazing so earnestly into mine.' Thank God that little girl's live in our memories~ As always .. it's so very good to read your heart~ Love n' hugs~ ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ |
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