I remember, I remember 
A little girl I used to know 
She was bright-eyed and joyful 
Her spirit had a special glow 

She was filled with compassion
And a courage that fairly roared 
The world was her oyster
She had found her wings and soared 

But then I lost sight of that 
Special one when I left home 
To let marriage settle me 
In its no nonsense folds

Time went on as it does 
And more and more I found myself 
Thinking of the little girl
A tender nostalgia for a friend 

I looked for her on winter trips
That I occasionally made back home 
But she seemed to have melted 
Into the fading mists of dawn 

When life came full cycle and 
My youngest daughter was wed
I came back to write and roost
To my childhood homestead 

There one balmy summer day 
As I began to write 
The story that had been hiding away
In the tumultuousness of life 

The little girl peeked out at me
Not from behind the door 
But from the page that I was writing on 
From the ink on it that flowed 

That day I met her again 
Her happy laugh warmed my heart
Even as she flitted in and out 
Of my vision at the start 

But then she gently held my hand 
As I wrote page after page
And I remembered, I remembered 
As I found myself again.