to that little girl
with little fingers
little toes
big smile
the little girl
who i rocked
back and forth
paced
back and forth with
because she could
not find comfort
on her own
the little girl
i held so tightly
and could not
let go
no matter how
painful
her screams were
the little girl
who i played
dolls with
pushed on the swings
chased after
in the park
the little girl
who needed me
depended on me
she is now
growing up
becoming
her own
as i continue
to devote myself
patiently waiting
for her to return
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