Here I found the little me
Hidden beneath the wooden bed.
Her toys, her books, her crayon drawings,
The old diaries and her friends.
The princess tiara,
The fairy wings,
The Cinderella dress,
The plastic high heels.
The Lego pieces were scattered,
Waiting to be found.
The old fairytales and stories,
Longing to hear me read them loud.
And I could hear her little giggles,
Those of hers I now can’t find.
I could feel her fragile presence,
Hidden behind relentless time.
I spread my arms wide
Like a doorway to warmth.
I heard her squealing and laughing,
Running straight towards my hug.
I held her so tight,
I spun her around.
The shadows were smiling,
And so did the night.
I found the little me,
Trapped in the hands of fleeing time,
And she was there beneath the echoes,
Somewhere I can’t seem to find.