Tracks of a Wandering Mind

Poetry, stories and random thoughts from a wandering mind.

Little Girl Hidden


Everyone listens but how many hear
When your little girl’s voice comes to play?
Does anyone know that she hides in there
And comes out when they’ve all gone away?

I know her, this special friend of mine
The one that the others can’t see
The one that hides her face from the world
But who comes out to talk to me.

Prim and proper an upright lady,
Manner correct and decorum polite,
The world sees just what she wants them to see
And knows not the young girl’s delight.

This young girl within you that hides so well,
The one that the world never sees,
She capers and dances in gentle moonlight
And comes out to play with me.

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April 25, 2011 - Posted by | Poetry | ,

2 Comments »

  1. I’ve never read this one before. I like it 🙂

    Comment by Michelle | May 12, 2011 | Reply

    • Thank you!

      Comment by Brady Waugh | May 12, 2011 | Reply


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