My
sunshine girlBy Sondra Williams
She comes with a beauty rarely understood by man She is sweet and so
loving as she takes my hand This sunshine girl is perfect in my eyes
Provoked from innocence, as she cries
The world is a confusing place with expectations she does not know She
tries to blend, but her confusions rushes in with unwelcome show
Protesting loudly from her fears not understanding its impact on others
Needing most the comfort of loving arms, only expressed by mothers
She wants to be a part of things, but lacks in the knowing of how it
works Shouting out her thinking in loud forbidden behavioral quirks She
does not do this with intent to cause others to be upset She does it for
reasons that she cannot tell with verbal mindset
My little sunshine girl is but only eight in years Yet parts of her are
not well developed and bring shattered tears Her mind is racing with
playful thoughts and often is entertained Yet is forced to leave it all
behind, Lost in the play of life's challenging games
She pleads for support and yet wants her independence, frustrated by the
out come
She shouts and screams as she knows she is different, but pretends she
is like some
She is not aware of her beauty, and gifts she brings to me I wish I
could show her in the magical mirror the images others see
My sunshine girl is bright and creative, and daces to a different tune
Yet in time others will see her humanness, reaching for the moon.
They will see my sunshine girl glimmering brightly, as a
star shining in the sky
I love this little girl, for who she is, as she is sadly waving her
innocence good bye
To me she is of great strength and beauty to behold She doesn't fit
among the others, as she has no caste or mold She is beautifully defiant
which is her strength to preserve her dignity Yet among this child, I
see reflections identical to me.
© Sondra Williams 2003
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