This one for my younger self…………………………………………….

Every time a streak of hair fell over her face, to steal glances from all around.

Her smiling eyes, her caring grace, the bubbling virtue on her face astound,

She could laugh and cry for no reason, and hum tunes for all season,

the constant quest for happiness , knew the freedom of her little bound

She had nothing, but only hope to dart off dismay in her way

Life was perfect with many flaws, but still time had to sway

She grew up, her girlish charms transformed to suave sensibilities,

She didn’t  giggle but feigned  out laugh and was limited to each day

The innocence of her eyes now veiled under kohl lines , and tamed down her hair

Her quest for joy has bunged, now she believed it would lead nowhere

She hid her wish from rest of the world but in her mind she knew

Oh how she wanted to go back to the younger dreams, to the tender years…