who lived down the street?
the one who wore a pretty pink dress
and pigtails in her hair
the one who had tea parties
with her dollies
the one who chased butterflies and
picked daisies on hot summer afternoons
where is that girl now?
her bright world has been shattered
the pretty pink dress is now black
her hair hangs in her face
so that her eyes are hidden
the tea parties are nothing more
than faded memories
the wings of the butterflies
have been crushed
and the daisies picked
on past summer afternoons
are dead
no one knows
where that little girl went
i think she's gone forever
©1997 Sara Fisher
