Little girl as she walks steady and fast,
with a soft giggle, she enters like a kitten;
she shares life in complete unaware;
a gift daily repeated in total trust.
Like Baudelaire's passer-by, she does not linger;
she is flash of simple weightlessness,
one moment and gone, an apparition.
How fortunate that the moment is common.
Today a surprise, tomorrow another, and again;
perhaps later this day the magic of my hours will return;
and she does not know little girl, and woman.
A lady of heavenly words how she moves the world.
Little Legs no more, yet in depth of heart,
never will change, perhaps so she too is
little girl of a certain age, or an age that is assured.
She steals this heart with every little girl smile.
Little girl of a life, I want to touch your heart,
of soul with little finger tips, possibly to keep you,
for a moment yet, so you will not sublimate too soon.
And remain but a memory for you are true.
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