She looks so poised, this little girl.Her dimples and her smile,
The large bow perched upon a curl–
All these my heart beguile.
Somehow the picture beckons o'er
And o'er. It's quite insane!
I have been doing something more
Than strolling mem'ry lane.
It seems I'm meeting someone new,
A stranger from afar.
She may as well be one who flew
Here from another star.
Or is it I, the ancient girl,
Who traveled here on wing?
If I let my thoughts run awhirl,
I'll 'magine anything:
That she's my soulmate from the past,
That she's my friend next door,
That she's a ghost who longs to last.
Some folks say something more:
That she's my mother since 'tis I
Who came from her. Oh, dear!
Is there a doctor who can try
To bring some saneness here?
For now, I'll leave these musings wild.
I think I'll rest awhile.
And one old lady and one child
Will share a little smile.
Musings upon gazing at an old photo of myself
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