A Girl

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A girl not nearly seventeen
Sat on the beach and cried
She looked at the world through troubled eyes
Was pregnant with her first child.

At home this girl knew nothing of love
Love, she never received
This child was her first faith in God
To bring the love she grieved

A mother who gave no soft touch
A father she never knew
With child, with faith, and desperate hope
The girl sought to escape truth

Many years have come and gone
Now a woman’s become of that girl
With child in tow and a gypsy heart
This woman traveled the world

After journeys and life’s gifts
This woman sits and ponders
Life has given and taken things
But a sadness still lingers

What this woman does not see
Is the success she has become
The child she cried with at the beach says:
“Through my eyes, you are one.”

Because success is not where you end up
It’s the courage to continue
It’s rising above all obstacles
And giving all the love in you.

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7 thoughts on “A Girl

  1. Lily this is truly beautiful and deeply gorgeous … I had no idea how it was all going to end as my eyes were simply racing ahead of me. Love, love, love how you portray Nature fighting back to create love and beauty that radiates deep from within her gypsy heart. Wow! A triumph of a poem and a life. 🙂

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    1. Thank you so very much for your words, Deborah. I wrote this for my mother (in the picture). She is a special lady and has an incredible story of a life. She was my muse today 🙂

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  2. I couldn’t love this more!! Not only has that woman become such a success, the child she cried with at the beach, now reflects everything she is…true twins beauties in heart, soul, and even looks!

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