: About Me

A LITTLE GIRL CRIES A little girl cries as she sits alone on the edge of her bed, So perfectly made in her room so neat and tidy, The one thing that has changed in this sad story, Is that the little girl has now grown into a woman, And this woman is me. I watch each tear fall as it runs down my cheek and drips, In slow motion - splashing like raindrops into my lap. My thoughts wander - I feel numb all over, Except of course for the heavy ache in my heart, That seems to have found a permanent place to dwell. My eyes begin to view all that surrounds me, As I let them rest on each priceless t...