Once upon a time there was a little girl

Her eyes so big,
Her hands so small.

She ran through the forest,
Jumped from stone to stone.

Her friends were ghosts
From times past.

But they were not real,
How could that be?

She looked around
And was all alone.

Nobody was with her
And so she began to cry.

A little poem with the theme “The inner child”.
It also needs care, otherwise it will happen the same thing as happened to the little girl above and you won’t be happy yourself.

On my trip to Bavaria I learned a lot and now and then I buy my inner child some icecream and make sure that it’s not too scared.
The start of an independent life. 🙂
I don’t have to hope that anyone else cares – I can do it myself!

Something to think about 😛

(The poem rhymes in the german version)

Amy