by: Trinna

When I think about being a little girl,

I remember how simple things could be,

Playing with stuffed animals,
Safe ... secure ... just a little girl.

Running and playing, not a care in the world,

Scraped knees, and hurt pride,
Mama's arms making me feel all warm inside,

And here I am now feeling so cold.

Growing up shy ... always wondering why,

Once secure, now not so sure,

Is this what happens when you mature?

How I wish again to be a little girl.

Growing older ... growing very strong,

Finding my way, slowly becoming wiser,

Feeling content ... like I finally belong,

Life just couldn't be any finer.

Along the way ... I meet with obstacles,

Taking a deep breath, I feed on my strength,

Ready and willing to go to any length,

Just not to feel like a little girl again.