Who is that little girl-
Why is she watching me?
Where did I first notice her-
And when did she come to be?

She looks so darn familiar
And her eyes show such scrutiny.
Lately I see her everywhere I go,
I think she's stalking me.

She's not only in my dreams
But I find her watching when I wake.
She never speaks to me at all
But her image I can't shake.

I think she’s reminding me,
I left her in the past....and
When my time on earth is done,
We’ll be one again at last.

Someday I'll wake up where the clouds are far behind me,
Joined by family and friends waiting at the end of the rainbow.
I wonder who they'll see.... Me
Or the spirit of me... at the age they used to know?

Joanne Murray Vereb