Reflections of a Girl Grown To Woman
April Poetry Month
Poem 12
I am curiously unmoved
Where has she gone?
The girl who wept so easily,
What dried her tears and turned
her face to stone?
Where there was pity
Now indifference.
Where there was joy,
Bitterness.
Love gave way
To other interest.
I am but a rag doll
A lifeless toy
Lost in the wake
Of a girl
Grown to woman.
©adavis-adele haverty1986
