Little By Little

A little girl, no different.
Playing outside like any other kid.
Having her old lab run by her side.
Poking the dog in the eye, in return licking her face.
Her toy horses all scattered.
With the tv watching her dad playing games.
Winne the Pooh cover her walls with honey.
Purple Irises cover her closet.
Her little tv stand holding her stuffed animals.
The home she used to know is gone.
And she wonders where.

by Rebecca Springsteen

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