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My Inner-Child

Poetry By: Ava Rosien

Sometimes I forget to give her the recognition she deserves; I stand corrected!

Yes, this a picture of me as a five year old.

Submitted:Oct 18, 2012    Reads: 45    Comments: 10    Likes: 5   

I hear the pitter patter of little feet inside my head;

the curly haired girl wanting something to be said.

I've learned if I ignore her; a tantrum she will throw;

Giving me a headache; she's a terror don't 'cha know.

Alright, go and spin your yarn; it's what you want to do;

the inner-child is loose; don't say I didn't warn you!


"Thank you ma'am, I've been cooped up way too long;

banging on your ear drums; with little feet so strong.

I will tell you all a story; one of my own making;

About a little girl; who owned the world for taking.

She was cute; so smart and curious to be sure;

imagination and quick wit; qualities that did allure.

Yes, I'll toot my own horn; for who better to than me?

I'm the girl that's spoken of; the one you cannot see.

So when SHE tells you stories; you'll know right away;

They came straight from me; memories of yesterday.

She takes all the credit and that's not fair at all…

Without her inner-child; her stories all would stall.


Ok kid, time you go back to sleep quiet inside my head;

You've said your piece, point taken; now time for bed!


"Ok, I'll go, but I'll be back folks; sooner than you think;

Or else I'll make her brain; my new rolling skating rink!"


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