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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