The little blonde haired girl 

Middle school

She was the new kid

I was alone in a crowd

She started mid year

I should’ve known everyone 

She was used to moving

I went places in my head

Her golden hair made her stand out

My unkempt curly hair did the same

She felt everything was temporary 

I was afraid I would always be that way

She was selective on who she befriended 

I gave my lunchtime chocolate milk to anyone 

She asked me to push her on the swing

I felt the joy and rush she experienced 

She set a date for every recess

I now looked forward 

She chose me

I let her in

Then one day 

She was gone

I pushed an empty swing

Decades later

I don’t long to reunite 

I just hope 

That she found


Who loves to swing her

14 thoughts on “The little blonde haired girl 

  1. “She felt everything was temporary ” – I was that little girl, always moving – still think everything is temporary, better to detach – thanks for demonstrating this from a different perspective. Clever poem.

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