I THE WOMEN THE LITTLE GIRL WITHIN By Jacqueline Amos I the women, the shell of the child, I the love, the angel inside, I the laughter, when they are tears, I thy playground, for great love. I thy humble and the flow of tears, Thy laughter reveals, thy sacred place. Love me tender, if not I shall starve. Nevertheless I shall be yours. Holding my pillow tight, Waiting to be tucked in at night, Daddy brings great love. Sharing my candy through out the night. Crying out to be touched. Illusions of a great love, Fantasies that I dream, Sweet candy of sweetish turf, Hold me tight lonely cries out, Rub my back, so I shall sleep, Hold my hand, fears at my door, Give me toys, that I shall discover great love. Claiming up into a fetal form, Holding on for great warmth, Tears that flow upon my pillow tight, Mother where are you? I need you now. Sweet whispers silently I sleep, Warm body that protects me, as I sleep. Make up for the party to come, Pretty dresses lying about, make believe friends, where are you when I call? Friends surrounding me, Dancing and laughing all at one time. Singing sweet lullaby’s as he strokes me tender, the fears go away, hold me tight says the little girl, inside, don’t let go, I love you my favorite knight, don’t leave me as she cries, I don’t want to be lonely, I give you my toy. The little girl cries out for love. Copywriter 2002 I thy women, the shell of the child, I thy love, the angel inside, I thy laughter, when there are tears, I thy playground, for great love. I thy humble and the flow of tears, Thy laughter reveals, thy sacred place.