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THE LITTLE GIRL by Sandra Allagapen

I have two nieces that I adore…

They are playful and affectionate, and I love spending time with them. One day the eldest, who is nearly a teenager, said that she wished she were a grown-up. I can still remember thinking the same thing at her age! I told her that childhood only last a handful of years whereas adulthood will last the rest of her life and therefore she should really enjoy those carefree years.  

It made me think of all the things that as adults, we have to deal with:  job deadlines, financial commitments, responsibilities and expectations! It made me long for the innocence of childhood, a time where we didn’t know any of this!!

A few days later, I noticed that the words “A little girl” were bouncing around in my head, so I started writing, not knowing where this would lead me. By the end of the poem, I knew that I had it all wrong!! Childhood isn’t the age where we “don’t know” a lot of things. It’s the age where we still remember what we were born knowing: what truly matters!!

The Little Girl
by Sandra Allagapen

A little girl paints
She doesn’t wonder who is watching
Totally focused on colors
She claims the joy of creation

A little girl tells a story
Not caring what’s real and what isn’t
Swept away on an adventure
She harvests the possibilities of her imagination

A little girl dances
It matters not who is looking
The next twirl is all that exists
As she reaps the blessings of a body in movement

A little girl sings
Who cares who is listening?
She is talking to the stars
As she expresses the song in her heart

A little girl skips all the way home
Laughing with delight at each hop
Not at all worried when she will get back
As she gives herself the gift of time

A little girl looks in a mirror
Smiling at the mischief in her own eyes
She’s young enough to know she’s beautiful
Regardless of how she looks

That little girl lives within all of us
Nurture and cherish her, we must
For our soul she will feed
If only we allow her to be.

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Sandra Allagapen: I am originally from Mauritius but now live in London UK. I am an accountant as well as an alternative therapist. I find balance in variety. I love reading, jewellery-making, reading, spending time with my loved ones, reading, writing and reading. I am hopeful that one day I’ll be spending more time writing than reading!  I love bright colours, crystals, books, trees, people who are not afraid to speak their minds, and so much more on this gorgeous planet of ours. You may contact me on Facebook .

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  1. Sandra, you've named something I kept feeling but hadn't found words for, yet. Thank you!!

  2. I will use this for tonight's yoga class plan..thank you...keep on writing!!

  3. This is so beautiful. It makes me wish to go back to that quiet confidence I had as a little girl.


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