i stare at this little girl
merely six years old
so happy
so content
so carefree
not a worry in the world
and so blissfully serene
and i wonder,
will she stay that way?
will she be the lucky one?
maybe she will get by
without getting hurt.
so young
so delicate
so fresh
and so untouched.
we were all like that
once upon a time,
and then we had to
grow up.
