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Pride shows up in unfamiliar places, even if from a distance. |
Reasoning Behind the Poem This is a poem about a little girl who lives down the street from me. I've watched her grow up from a distance, and I could never find anything more fascinating than watching someone grow up and mature like she has. I’ve watched that little girl for about Eight years, give or take; Each sight more fascinating And significant than the last. I’ve watched that little girl get taller Inch by tethering inch; Each sprout more acquainted And matured than the last. I’ve watched that little girl switch From waddle to run; Each step more confident And graceful than the last. I’ve watched that little girl with a Untamable fierceness in my heart; Each pang more pulsing And unfathomable than the last. I’ve watched that little girl with A unfamiliar sense of pride; Each wave more boastful And energizing than the last. That little girl isn’t so little anymore. She now has about nine or ten Years of unimpeachable wisdom on her. And for all those years, She has had someone cheering her on From the sidelines. That little girl’s identity may remain Unknown to me. But watching her journey Through the jungles of life Is all I need to feel proud Of that little girl. |