Diana Horvat

 

The little girl in me

 

I remember her

she loved to laugh

and dance;

music always,

hiding in trees

with a book,

eating apples,

running over hills,

wildflowers

and fresh cut grass,

plums

corn

string beans;

all the country life chores

maybe she could hide

again to escape them;

back to school

drawing in between

reading more and more

until the characters became her

I remember her

the little girl in me

I hope she never grows old.