The Girl I Used To Be

She came to me last night as i sat alone,

The girl i used to be

And she gazed at me with her earnest eye

And questioned reproachfully

Have you forgotten the many plans and hopes i had for you?

The great career,The splendid fame,And all the wonderful things to
do?

Where is your mansion of stately height?

With all it's gardens rare?

The silen robes i dreamed for you The jewels in your hair?

And as she spoke i was very sad,For I wanted her pleased with me,

The Girl I Used To Be,

So gently rising i took her hand and guided them to their room,

Where peacefully sleeping my babies lay innocently sweet and
fair,

And i told her that these are my only gems and precious they are to
me,

The silen robes my motherhood of costly simplicity,

And my mansion of stately height is love,

And the only career i know is serving each day in these sheltered
walls,

For my loved ones that come and go,

And as i spoke to my shadowy guest she smiled through her tears
at
me,

And then i saw the woman that i am now,

The Girl I Used To Be.

By, Blanche Latriece Thompson

International Poet of 2002,Nominated by the Famous Poet's
Society.

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