The Little

She is like a tiny fragment … hiding in a corner.

She comes out only subtly … to share her smiles.

She’s the one who loves to play at dress up … little girl clothes that somehow still fit … look right … evoke a feeling.

She’s every easy enthusiasm and impulse to laughter … the one that loves without thought … and only sees good.

She is the part that still trusts … and spins stories from the air … because that’s what little girls do … tiny bits of creation … chasing butterflies.

She is only a fragment … mostly hiding in her corner … kept for those able to understand such things.

But she holds so much … in those tiny brave hands … that never gave up … and I love her.

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