A Girl Poem by Veronica Jane

A Girl



She asked me today, “Why doesn’t he love me? ”
I didn’t have an answer.
It was hard to look at her in her sadness.
She’s beautiful, she is. Why can’t he see that?
He doesn’t see a lot of things.

Not the sparkle in her eyes.
Or the smile when she sees happy families.
The longing when looking at the other girls playing soccer.
The tenderness when she kisses her little brother.
The patience when talking to her mother.
The hard work behind her straight As.
The enthusiasm at work.
The hope for the future.

He doesn’t see the love for him either.
He doesn’t see a lot of things.

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