To Be You

[Sorciere]

I'm not really happy with the title for this one, it's more of something to put in the topic.

 

 

A little girl sat on the stair

And watched me as I brushed my hair

I looked to her and caught her eye

Recalling thoughts of times gone by

I found myself in deep regret

Of growing older, wishing yet

That I could be a child of four

With dreams to dream and so much more

 

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I sat upon the wooden stair

And watched my mother brush her hair

She looked at me with longing eyes

Which caught me by complete surprise

I envied her, her hair so fine

Her olive skin and shapely line

How I wished to be stood there

Brushing through my long dark hair

[Salinye]

Oh, I particularly liked this one. I felt like it flowed naturally as I read it. I also greatly appreciated your use of perspective from both people involved.

 

As a mother, I enjoyed it all the more!

 

Thank you for sharing with us!!

 

~Salinye

[Parmenion]

Simply genius. I loved the split image. Such a unique idea and very well written to boot - what more can you ask of a poem? In this instance - not a thing. Bravo hun!!