Little Girl Poem by Rachel Dowd
Little Girl
Oh little girl how pretty you are
You look like your mother
You have her smile and her eyes
Come with me
Let's go see
Her again
Wouldn't you love that
To embrace her once more
Do you remember how she smells
Like the oil of her hair
You'd watch her pour into her curls
Of raven black
Dyed as dark as night
Her eyes of hazel would gleam with tears
As she loved you more than life
Oh little girl
Don't you cry
Come with me and let's go see
Your mother dear
All you have to do is give me
Well, you, your life
A small price to pay right?
Since your heart already aches
Aches to see her
Oh come with me pretty little girl
The reflection of her
I want to add you to my collection
Collection of captives forced to dance
In my dark circus
Come I'll add you to her act
She always is a showstopper
A tightrope walker
She also does the trapeze and that's where
You'll come in handy little girl
Afraid of heights are we?
Well, we will get past that
That's right girl follow me
Give me life
a mysterious poem of an innocent life for another life? ................wonderfully written.
The poem'Little Girl' which is the the beginning to a new series called dark circus has been painted very touchingly and nicely. It is a great tribute to a mother. Thank u dear Rachel for sharing this and congratulation for the poem of the day.
Composed nicely the poem has a mystery for the readers to unravel. Unique piece. Loved it.
Thank you all for such lovely comments! This piece was very heartfelt for me, bringing me to tears while writing it. So seeing how people responded was very touching.
Yes, Rachel, this is dark; it is terrifying stuff; it is unspeakable stuff; it is exactly what poetry should be. The dark circus exists and poets have to tell that story as well as merry sunshine stories. Good stuff.
I wonder who the speaker is. Maybe the Grim Reaper wants to tempt you to join your mother. Or is this an internal voice that dwells on dark thoughts? This frightening voice probably belongs to the imagination, and it invites you to a circus that is tinged by thoughts of death. Let us hope your imagination has other voices to counteract it. Recently the P.T. Barnum Circus in the daylight world had to shut down due to decreasing audiences. Let us hope that happens to the dark circus too.
That's so lovely. The little girl getting into the steps of her most beautiful and talented mother. Great piece of poetry. Thanks.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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