An Ode To Girlhood

An Ode To Girlhood short poem

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If these walls could speak they would tell you,
The tale of sweet girlhood
Of wild hair and bright eyes
Heartache and sacred ties
Whispered secrets-too many to tell
A purple wall and a cow bell
Woes and delights in equal measure
Memories that are forever a treasure
And now I return, a girl no more
My books wait for me like before
Sirius rises in the sky
Old diaries make me laugh and cry
In the warmth of my bed I find
That I can leave my worries behind
These walls are a shrine
To a simpler time
If these walls could speak they would tell you,
The tale of sweet girlhood

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Mukti Shah

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A Clinical Psychologist, Facilitator, Baker and Candlestick maker! Love to write. My career is based on the spoken word. I use words to connect, heal, create insight, facilitate growth and evoke laughter.Words twirl and curtsy, They do as you say. Accurate and reliable, They don’t betray! Cheers!
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Geetha Paniker

Beautiful ode.




Reminded me of my own sweet childhood memories..Nostalgic!

Archana Kaul

very nice and nostalgic about an era in our lives that always holds more sweet than bitter memories of growing up…touched a chord and brought back many memories!!


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