Little Girl in Magenta

Surprise surprise, this new job of mine gives me a lot of free time so I've had time to write more than I usually do. Again, this poem is based on a little someone I met yesterday who made my heart smile :)

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Little Girl in Magenta

by: Maya Wilson

There I stood, off to the side,

Minding my own business

When I felt a pair of eyes

Looking right at me.

Slightly alarmed, I shuffled back,

Allowed a gentle smile and found

A little girl, no older than six.

She was dear, she was,

Too young for judgement, too young for reserve.

The girl wore a little frilled shirt. Magenta.

It suited her well.

Only after an attempt to say hello did I learn

The little girl was mute.

She stared at me through big, brown eyes,

And a tiny, brown hand peeked out at her side and

Waved at me.

She made some sort of silent giggle,

Letting her beaded braids jingle back and forth.

I smiled at her all the while, happy to know

Laughter is still contagious.

When I finally left, I made sure to

Wave back.

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And there you have it. I never got the chance to learn the cutie's name but I'm sure I'll see her around in the next couple of weeks. She was absolutely charming.

Hasta la próxima,

Much love xoxo

Maya