PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

A little girl, catching a dragon fly

Then she lets them go, after a while

A little girl sliding down a mountain hill

And then she glides, until she drops



She's stirring now, her little cups

Trying to see, if she can sip

Cause she knows, they're make believe

There's nothing there, but laughter and air



She's wearing now, her mothers gown

Her little toes, coming out from her shoes

A lot of lipstick, smeared on her chubby face

A lovely memory, cause this is me!