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
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Beautiful ode.

Sushi
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nice!

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

Archana Kaul
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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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