The Little Girl
By jcwatson1979
I saw her for the first time as I lay dozing on the couch by the open window. She was running through the foggy mist, in and out of the trees along the forest edge. I tried to catch her, but she ran to fast and I lost her. I saw her again that night in my dreams. This time she was sitting in a field of wild flowers, braiding some for her hair. I tried to sneak up on her, but as I got close she dissappered. This was the last time I saw her for a very long time. Many years went by and I passed away. As I was walking trough heaven's gate someone ran up to me and gave me a hug. I looked down and there was the little girl. I finally relised who she was. She was my little, lost angel. I reached down to give her a hug and she wispered to me "Welcome home mama. I've missed you. I love you." Jeanette Watson Copyright ©2001 Jeanette Watson Written September 19th, 2000 © on Jun 30 2001 01:27 PM PST, Jeanette Watson 0 • 1
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"I saw her for the first time as I lay..."