amazing, isn't it
how once she was a happy child
innocent and unaware
of a world that
steals the sweetest part of her
and forces her in to the
realities of adulthood
she never asked for these things
she never wanted to know
she didn't want to hurt and
she didn't want to cry
she was safe
in a shelter she'd created
she was happy
in a picture that she painted
hold her now and
whisper words of songs
she once loved
tell her how
she can have it all again
forget the pains
and the sorrows,
just be happy
free and flowing
down a crisp clean river
that no one can pollute
with the uncleanliness
of their world.
~norine stone, summer '99
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