I know a women who is five years old
inside her heart of hearts.
She is unaware of her value
The purpose of her part.
She started out with purity and energetic zeal
but in life’s time the world would prove
its intent to come and steal.
Where once were moons and stars galore
A child’s freedom to implore
The freshness of the way you feel
When all the fairy tales were real.
Are now behind a locked closed door
but hoping for the light once more.
I see a glimmer in her heart
and pray a gift to impart
Upon a women five years old
Who seeks what only she beholds.
Written for my Mother; who has the most beautiful child like heart in her 60’s that I have ever met .. I love you Mama