That Little Girl With Her Hands To The Sky Poem by Hunter Dasten
That Little Girl With Her Hands To The Sky
Have you ever clung to a desire for so long
that your eyes saw nothing else?
The most beautiful part of existence is the ability to dream,
to aspire toward a goal, no matter how lofty!
Like the little girl with her hand outstretched to the stars,
hoping for just one touch of the cosmos.
Try as she may, with all of her might
soon she will realize she cannot reach very far.
That little girl does not cry!
In fact she simply sits there,
smiling.
And soon tonight, like many before
her mother will call with affection,
peeking out the front door.
'Sweetheart, my darling where are you?
It's getting late and you need your sleep! '
That little girl does not whine!
In fact she just walks in,
smiling.
The little girl with her hands to the sky,
is content with the knowledge that tomorrow is another day.
Her arms will be one day longer,
and the stars will still be there.
Her dream may wither until it can't even be seen
but her dream will never tear.
' and a child shall lead them ' Spritiual, Holy, and above all 'truth' You feel the magic of a holy spirit.Keep the faith and the qualiity work my highest ratng10+++
yes her dream shall not tear.........this is full of hope and aspiration. it encourages one to dream and soar... pls read my poem called MY DREAM and LETS DREAM
You paint a beautiful image with The little girl with her hands to the sky, and I like this part tomorrow is another day. Her arms will be one day longer, and the stars will still be there
perfect in every way, wonderful picture, so vivid, i relate to more levels than one could fathom, thank you for this piece
Nice thoughts in this pretty poem. Read mine - Plain Talk - Adeline
I love this poem if not only for the beautiful words, but for how much i can connect with it, i continue to reach for the stars, the sky everyday Love It!
I like this poem.I bet most of us can relate to 'that little girl with her hands to the sky'. good write
This poem brought tears to my eyes. this girl reminds me of myself when I was young. Sometimes I wish I could be that little girl again. Can't wait to read more of your work.10++++++++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Wow. Very enjoyable. Inspires the heart. Youth is fleeting and all too quickly we forget the wonders of childhood. Thanks for the reminder.