A little girl tender,
For a short while
A singular child,
Gentle yet bold,
Till closing on old
Destines to unfold…
Ah little girl mine
For so little time,
How you so grow
Too fast to follow,
Harder to mind
You’ve need of cover
To suffer words hollow,
The while discover
A rather hard swallow,
From all who ill choose
Find need to express,
Their sorry dim views…
Alas till the day
Humans so face,
Need find the way
To wholly embrace,
Child whose fate
Be a tiny step late,
But stir our desire
For little girl child,
Whose but few words
Finds love that inspires!
Poetry on a canapé 