Little Girl Lost

Remembrance is a blessing and a curse.

Little Girl Lost

 

He was brilliant

And brooding

All sunshine and sailcloth

A hero waiting to be rescued

 

I was a misfit princess

All edges and smiles

A pocketful of honesty

Lost in a forest of a simpler time

 

Together

We were nothing

Whispers behind hands

Dust caught in a breeze

 

He was the one thing

I could never have

I was the one thing

He never wanted

 

We are forever children

Sitting on the porch

Waiting for the next turn of air

 

-Zoe Richardson (2025)

Author's Note

Time does not change the thirst for approval you did not get.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I remember a simpler time. It was different in so many ways, and yet...we were children thinking when we were in love when really we didn't understand it at all.
Sometimes I think I would like to go back to that porch...sit on the swing and hold hands with the past.
j.

[Zoe Richardson]

Yes. That is exactly what I wish I could do. If nothing else, the lessons we learn as children teach us what love is and is not. You really got the meaning in this poem, and I am so grateful for your understanding.

[Buddhistboy73]

Sounds like the little girl didnt get what she wanted...a harsh life lesson...

you take the reader on a journey here.......a process of unrequited love...

These are my favourite lines:

We are forever children
Sitting on the porch
Waiting for the next turn of air

Thanks for sharing this emotional write,....

BB73

[Zoe Richardson]

She didn't. Which was hard, since she was rarely denied. The hard lessons are the ones we remember. Thank you for your words of appreciation. You are always welcome here.