As a little girl, she drew pictures in the sand Running innocent and free across the land Rolling in the grass looking up to the sky Pointing to the family of birds passing by Giggling echoes filled the house Playing with baby dolls with ribbons in her hair Chasing butterflies begging them to stay Her youth will be treasured in her mind Playing hopscotch, jumping in and out of line The soul of a woman do you hear her cry Written by Yolanda C Belton
Posted on: Tue, 14 Oct 2014 05:32:33 +0000
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