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Child
by
Nancy Brar
She was just
a child
With hair of golden yellow
Always wearing a smile
And her lake blue eyes twinkling with a “Hello”
She was no illusion or lie
She was purer than any blue sky
Her sweet demeanour melted ice into water
Her mother was proud to call her daughter
She ran around, as most children do
Always getting herself into trouble, and mischief
too
She was the sort with a wide-eyed grin
A tiny dimple showing in her podgy little chin
Following her older brother around
Asking him questions about this and that
Wondering everything to the ground
A curiosity kitten cat
She was just a child
Unbidden, free and wild
Innocence in the eyes
A girl who wanted to fly
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