Ragged Little Girls

Ragged Little Girls
~
We are born into the world
as poor ragged little girls
Only made beautiful
by those who touch us
With love.
As we become beautiful
We discard our garments
ripped and torn,
Replace them with a dress
of silk and satin.
~
Each time love is snatched away from us
It steals a piece of silk and satin,
and if too many pieces
are snatched away,
We find ourselves standing
cold and naked
conformed to stone,
with nowhere to hide but in ourselves.
~
Then we remember
it was in garments ripped
and torn
That we first came
to touch
and be touched
With love
 ~
© DiAnne Ebejer
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About DiAnne Ebejer

I am retired and live on the East coast of Florida where I spend much of my time reading, playing with photography and trying to write some "poetry and then some" at dianneebejer.wordpress.com. I care deeply about many things and wish there was much more love and compassion in this world today. I also have a part time blog "Thought You Might Like This" diannesthingsat.wordpress.com used for special projects and occasional things of interest
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