The Lost Child (Poetry Challenge)
The lost child
I see a child, not forgotten, but lost
Deep in the mists of time.
A child with serious eyes, a thinker.
A quiet child?
Quiet as a storm on a Summer afternoon!
A composer of first-class songs, the libretto of her life, sung sotto voce, as she goes about her business.
Grubby, chubby fingers probing everything, eager to learn, sure that she is the first to learn these wonders – a pioneer.
Where did she go, this girl so certain, so confident?
She was a princess, a pirate, an adventuress, always successful and always the hero.
Secure in the love of those around her, who told her it was so.