Once, there lived a girl,
drawn with infinite blue skied eyes.
She awoke at 6 AM each day
to her mother repeatedly calling.
Her name, Youthful.
Breakfast was ready.
Maple & brown sugar.
Especially when her daddy added
She always lingered
longer than necessary,
taking each bite preciously.
She loved the slow-paced life.
After breakfast, mother helped her dress.
Sometimes, when she needed help waking fully,
her mother would put on Hilary Duff or S Club 7.
She would get lost in melody.
singing through teeth brushing,
hair fixing, and waiting for the bus.
She’d go through school with an aid
by her side.
Walking to & from class.
This woman saw her.
Her chattering mind
always finding way off
her unhinged tongue.
Talking of this boy
three years younger.
He talked to her.
He told her, I love you.
What she was dying to hear.
She told herself this was fine.
She joyed over bowling each Saturday.
The tears filling her eyes when the 7th grade teacher
placed a map marked red with D or F.
She remembers the way the teacher said,
You need to study more or try harder.
Or ask for help. What she feared most.
The aid knew her anxiety in speaking up
her need fearing a swift, curtesy no.
It was easy to for her to talk this aid.
The way conversation flowed,
as one Christmas when she surprised
the girl with a charm bracelet.
A sun. Music note. Bowling pin.
Her name. J U L I A.
A reminder to shine.
She was loved.
She was cherished.
She wasn’t forgot.
She was known.
She was a friend.
She was understood.
Years have passed.
The bracelet has gone
A new one replaces
her bony left wrist.
I’M A GOD GIRL.
White against black backdrop.
A pink heart is at one end.
A name of a girl on the other.
Not her own, but starts with J,
who sings about Jesus holding
tight as she cries.
I don’t want to grow,
leaving this laughing face
a voice said to be sweet,
charming the Beloved’s heart.
She doesn’t know what to do now.
Swinging her feet against the bedside,
wondering what happened.
Why does she begin crying,
mourning a lost child,
begging me show her