I am a little girl. Bare foot, hair flowing, running through the trees. Care free.
Fascinated by the little things in the world like the color of a robins egg.
I am the awkward teenage girl.
Never sure about anything but doing the best I can.
I am the woman.
Mother of my children.
My husbands wife.
Wanting to be the little girl.
Not wanting to be the teenage girl.
Realizing that those girls made me who I am.
I am a daughter of my Heavenly Father.
Always praying.
I am..........
2 comments:
Ahhh, nice poem. Where's the picture? Love pictures...
Can I be a teenager again, just for a week? Two weeks?
~Stacey
Picture not showing for me either . . . .weird, but love the sentiment. I feel the same at times!
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