I am not going to explain this poem, mostly because I really can't, all I will say is there were never any photographs around of me that I can remember as I was growing up.
When my nan died many years ago I took my parents to help sort through her belongings and this photo of me was the one thing I brought away with me.
Looking at it some years later I was moved to write the poem and would like to now share both picture and poem with you.
Just a child, a little girl,
A lonely little girl,
dressed quite neatly
always supervised, never alone
but still very much alone.
Playing in the park, at the beach
a happy child? a real smile?
Where did she go?
when did she change?
and what changed her?
A secretive child this little girl
buried her secrets on that beach
buried her memories with them
look at her face staring out from the past
arms folded, defensive, safe from what?
what did she fear? what were her needs?
Do needs grow with you?
show her comfort and care
smile at her picture, smile for her
just a child, a little girl.
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