The Little Girl

The little girl inside my heart,
lies sleeping in her bed.
No worry of what tomorrow brings,
or where she'll lay her head.
In confusion I sit and contemplate,
and ask myself "just why..."
Tomorrow she will wonder where,
as we learn to say, "goodbye".
The little room she calls her own,
will no longer hold her things.
She'll have to learn a new address,
like the one she proudly sings.
No dirty clothes on the bathroom floor,
no toys will clutter the way.
The quiet rooms will miss her laugh,
and the things she use to say.
Those precious times will be at home,
in the new space that we find.
All the tears and unwelcome rooms,
that's what we'll leave behind.
Hearts will mend and time will heal,
what we once felt was home.
But, in the end we'll find our place,
and our hearts will never roam.
The little girl inside my heart,
lies sleeping in her bed.
No worry of what tomorrow brings,
or where she'll lay her head.

~Copyright © 12-14-01 MistyDawn~