{"id":977,"date":"2009-11-10T18:33:17","date_gmt":"2009-11-11T01:33:17","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/?p=977"},"modified":"2009-11-10T18:33:17","modified_gmt":"2009-11-11T01:33:17","slug":"the-little-princess","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/2009\/the-little-princess\/","title":{"rendered":"The Little Princess"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I took this photo in Seattle of this little girl and it reminded me of a poem I wrote once, here it is.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/11\/IMG_7676.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-976\" title=\"IMG_7676\" src=\"http:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/11\/IMG_7676.jpg\" alt=\"IMG_7676\" width=\"448\" height=\"299\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/11\/IMG_7676.jpg 640w, https:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/11\/IMG_7676-300x200.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 448px) 100vw, 448px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">There is a little girl<br \/>\nSitting on the sidewalk<br \/>\nShe cries with little<br \/>\nHiccups of breath<br \/>\nAs silver drops<br \/>\nRun rivers down her face<br \/>\nHer hair bobs with her bouncing breaths<br \/>\nShe squeezes her eyes hut<br \/>\nCreasing a face<br \/>\nSo soft and young<br \/>\nMaking cardboard out of dough<br \/>\nHolding her knee in her hands<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">I bend as I near her<br \/>\nAnd crouch down next to her<br \/>\nShe hiccups and sniffles<br \/>\nAs she tilts her head my way<br \/>\nHer blue eyes swampy<br \/>\nAnd clouded as a stormy day<br \/>\nHer dress lies in tatters<br \/>\nA wand broken at her side<br \/>\nA basket of belongings<br \/>\nStrewn around her<br \/>\nAs if blown into a warfield<br \/>\nI offer a smile<br \/>\nAs I block the sun from her eyes<br \/>\nIt is the least I could do<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">Dragging an arm across her face<br \/>\nShe looks at me quizzically<br \/>\n\u201cWhat\u2019s wrong?\u201d I ask<br \/>\nAs I survey this battlefield<br \/>\nShe looks from me to her dress<br \/>\nAs she sniffles again<br \/>\nA Cinderella dress<br \/>\nReady for the grand ball<br \/>\nI notice her tiara<br \/>\nRattled in the snarls of her hair<br \/>\n\u201cI fell and ripped my dress\u201d<br \/>\nShe whispers in a way only children can<br \/>\nAudible and loud<br \/>\nYet you have to lean in to hear<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">\u201cThat\u2019s alright\u201d I reply<br \/>\n\u201cEveryone falls down sometimes\u201d<br \/>\nShe shakes her head fiercely<br \/>\nAs if trying to rid herself of a bad dream<br \/>\n\u201cAll I wanted to do\u201d<br \/>\nShe cried sobbing all anew now<br \/>\n\u201cWas be a princess<br \/>\nBut look at what I have done\u201d<br \/>\nShe points to her wand<br \/>\nBroken and destroyed<br \/>\nLooks at her dress<br \/>\nRuined and dirty<br \/>\n\u201cHow can I be a princess now?\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">\u201cYou don\u2019t need a wand,\u201d I say<br \/>\nAs I pick up the pieces<br \/>\n\u201cOr a dress\u201d I put the pieces in her lap<br \/>\nFull of torn and ruffled clothes<br \/>\n\u201cTo be a princess all you need<br \/>\nIs a good heart and a quick mind\u201d<br \/>\nYet again I offer a smile<br \/>\nShe tilts her head at me no longer crying<br \/>\nExamining me and my words<br \/>\nAs they lay at her feet<br \/>\nI watch as she picks them up<br \/>\nStudies them and their worth<br \/>\nAnd offers me a smile back in return<br \/>\nSmall but honest and true<br \/>\n\u201cRemember that,\u201d I say<br \/>\n\u201cAnd don\u2019t let anyone tell you otherwise\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">I help her to her feet<br \/>\nShe sniffles one last time<br \/>\nAs she picks up the debris<br \/>\nOf a life she no longer needs<br \/>\nI nod and she nods<br \/>\nI walk past her smiling<br \/>\nI turn back once<br \/>\nAnd the little princess waves<br \/>\nI wave back<br \/>\nWishing my little princess in me<br \/>\nHadn\u2019t left me so long ago<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I took this photo in Seattle of this little girl and it reminded me of a poem I wrote once, here it is. There is a little girl Sitting on the sidewalk She cries with little Hiccups of breath As silver drops Run rivers down her face Her hair bobs with her bouncing breaths She [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[436,6,3],"tags":[451,450,319,449,452],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/977"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=977"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/977\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":986,"href":"https:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/977\/revisions\/986"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=977"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=977"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=977"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}