FICTION
GIRL
H.M.

Once upon a long time
There was a little girl standing by
She was unique
Like no other indeed
She loved to people-watch
and to paint all the time
But there was no other time
Like the one when she danced
She fled through the steps
And finished with a grand fouetté
Even though she was sad
She never let anybody down
Every day she showed up
Even when nobody else was there
And she gave her whole self
From August to December
She was ready to remember
All the things to do
Before sunset came along
And she could no longer
Be alone
She grew up to be
A graceful woman indeed
with all the perseverance
From her past dilemmas
She had a happy life
And developed her art
Finally when there was no more time
She resigned her life
And with a loud bang
She went on
But in the big scheme of things
It was just another dot in the dark


