FROM CHILD TO WOMAN

The timid child
So quiet and shy
Longing to be wild
Wishing she could fly

Eager to learn
Like a young bird
ready to spread her wings
Her heart does yearn
to soar like an eagle
able to see everything

Time marches on
The child now grown
A woman with style
One well known

Well educated, well travelled
A woman of success
But her heart broken, unravelled
By a churl no less

The woman now alone
Her heart hardened like a stone

Copyright ©2000 Edith Bael



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