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A Child.
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A Child.

Bold, brave
and beautiful
strong of limb
bright of eye
the little girl
of eight
or nine
too young to hide
and misery
stamped her foot
with frustration
passers by
to her need
her outstretched
as she

I was afraid
for her.

User Rating: 4,6 / 5 ( 9 votes ) 8

Comments (8)

As if I were there while you saw the little girl. Nice touchy poem. So I gave 10.
Your subject grabs at my heart, the flow of your poem pleases the palate of my mind. Good job, Gillian. Ron
Gillian, your timing and metre in this poem are so good! tears sprang to my eyes at the last line and I felt what you did - though I admit with shame that in life I fight these feelings back, in fear that I'll be overwhelmed by them.
A great poem Gillian, it's always worrying to see a child in distress and wondering if you should get involved. Well written. Best wishes, Andrew
dear shaw, i found the last two verses rather surprising and intriguing. why were u afraid ofher.
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