Sunday 25 September 2016

Pickaninny girl

Each time I walk this path 
I feel you watching me
Little pickaninny girl
Little aborigine
I see your smile
I sense your presence
I see you standing there
I feel your very essence
Big bright brown eyes
Dark curling hair
Gorgeous happy smile
Freedom in your air
You run to greet me
Totally unafraid
But mother stops you
Mother calls your name
She stands behind you
Hand upon your shoulder
She looks a little timid
You are so much bolder
I know you lived here
Once upon a time
With your precious family
Long before my time

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