That little girl of three...

My tiara...my object of desire...what I wouldn't do to stop you from slipping out of fingers...

When I was a little girl of three...

Drowned in the my silly childish fantasy...

Possessed by a love for objects that glittered bright,

I wanted that round hair band that gleamed in the light...

I tried you on, and ruled my little kingdom,

A real life princess with my own silver crown,

This was what I wanted to grow up to be...

The childish dream that little girl of three...

Days passed by and I grew a little older,

A fine young lady I was much more bolder,

So I walked upto the shelf and much to my dismay,

I still wasn't tall enough to have my way:(

I couldn't reach for you by myself, jumping was of no use...

So I asked the old man to let me try you on again, and oh how could he refuse...

The innocence of a girl of seven, the princess alive for all to see...

Living the dream of that little girl of three..

Weeks flew past, at thirteen for the first time I listened,

The crown was a tiara, and it was the diamonds that glistened,

In a rare platinum setting, I always knew you were special,

Now I knew why, and that day I went again to see if you were real...

I picked you up from the shelf as I held you in my hand,

The magic began and together we ruled an imaginary land...

The spark of a girl in her teens, the princess alive for all to see...

Living the dream of that little girl of three..

Months went on before I came back to see you, my path to you always lead,

For you were too precious for that, a constant desire that needed to be fed,

But as I walked in, I saw to my sheer disbelief and horror,

You with another lady, my heart gripped by the cold hand of terror,

Would I lose you forever?

Was it right for her to steal my treasure?

The flame of a woman in me was awakened, how could it be?

For shattering before my eyes was the dream of that little girl of three..

I waited with bated breath till she put you down to pick up another,

I ran to you to pick you up with an ardent fervor,

You were mine to hold, but you seemed cold, and it wasn't the best of days,

Perhaps things had changed too much, was it time to part ways?

I walked away from you, for the first time saddened,

The world around us had long hardened,

But I still wanted you...perhaps now more than before...

I knew I needed to work harder, bring my best to the fore...

The fire of a woman, kindred, hidden carefully so no one could see...

Working towards the dream of that little girl of three..

Years had gone by, before I could finally call you mine,

Hold you in my hand spellbound as ever by your mesmerizing design,

No one could take you away now, you were my own,

It was time for us to be one, time for us to reign, time to ascend the throne..

That was the happiest day of my life, the sun shone bright the sky was a brilliant blue,

Nothing mattered now, now that I had you,

I thought, as I stood there ready to rule the world, ready to embrace destiny,

Of the ligering dream of that little girl of three...

Reviews

[$êlvån]

Gud one..no compromise with thoughts:)

[White-Inked Pen]

Aww thats was so very sweet and lovely! A fairytale-like style.

[Trish D.]

you captured a whole life in one poem, and penned it realy well.

[Craig Froman]

This is an enchanted write that transports us over time, and glimpse by glimpse we see a life unfold into deeper, richer beauties... It moves like a song...

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you for sharing the story. In the eyes of a child. The world is a more simple and better world. Thank you for the excellent story.
Coyote

[Siddhartha]

A piece about the childhood love of a girl and how one can never outgrow the purity of emotions that one feels in childhood. I find it allegoric about the ways of this world as well, that no matter how corrupt our surroundings, or ourselves, there always remains that inner core of pristine beauty deep beauty within ourselves that always remains unviolated.

[Jack Isaac]

When I was three, I wanted a Lear Jet, by the age of seven, no jet yet... and when finally grew up... there it was, my dream machine! Awww.. Who am I kidding? I never grew up. I realize one cannot compare a jet and a tiara, but I did anyway as I was reading this because this sentimental flow speaks to me. It speaks to me, and that's how I know you've written this well. Nicely done. Thanks for sharing this adorable memory. :)

[Eclipsing Moon]

Unless you meant to put it in quotes...but the feelings are portrayed in an undercurrent created by the wording...perhaps we all will read it in our inflections...interpretations...you acheived a sense of "true worth"...in the wording...

[Robbie]

When we out grow our childhood fantasies, we still carry the love in our heart...some will reflect on the valued item that brought so much joy...only to realize that it's the joy that brings them to the next step in life. Nice write... :)

(side note)-there is and extra word "the or my", in the second line.