The return

No pockets anymore on her pink dress
No sun-kissed tired arms to hug

No poems hurriedly jotted down in third person
Her ‘dear diary’ adorns the loft

Sweet thin kisses lost in yellow cabs
No laps to sleep in after

No walls to hide behind;
No guests to hide from

The last penny spent on a gift, for mom
Oh, she needn’t have done it!

The Little girl’s homecoming;
Only you can’t recognize her…