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Mar 2011
Always hoping, always dreaming. Alone.
Big sister to her brothers; minded dad.
The little girl so full of love; now grown.

Tomorrows came and yesterdays were gone.
Some days were good; and, God, some days were bad.
Always hoping, always dreaming. Alone.

Said mother to her daughter: “I disown.”
“For you, I know, I never should have had.”
The little girl so full of love; now grown.

This little girl knew not what she had done
Why would her mother utter words so bad?
Always hoping, always dreaming. Alone.

She dreamt the dreams of love she had not known;
Those dreams of being loved by mum she had.
The little girl so full of love; now grown.

A happy picture painted; not in stone.
Illusions all; reality just sad.
Always hoping, always dreaming. Alone.
The little girl so full of love; now grown.
A Villanelle

Words by Kate Little
March 2011

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