The Girl I Used To Be

She came tonight as I sat alone
The girl I used to be....
And she gazed at me with her earnest eye
And questioned reproachfully;

Have you forgotten the many plans
And hopes I had for you?
The great career, the splendid fame,
all the wonderful things to do?

Where is the mansion of stately height
With all its gardens rare?
The silken robes that I dreamed for you
And the jewels in your hair?

And as she spoke, I was very sad
For I wanted her pleased with me...
This slender girl from the shadowy past
The girl that I used to be.

So gently rising I took her hand
And guided her up the stairs
Where peacefully sleeping, my babies lay
Innocent, sweet and fair.

And I told her that these are my only gems,
and precious they are to me;
That the silken robes is my motherhood
Of costly simplicity.

And my mansion of stately height is love,
And the only career I know
Is serving each day in these sheltered walls
For the dear ones who come and go

And as I spoke to my shadowy guest,
She smiled through her tears at me.
And I saw the woman I am now
Pleased the girl I used to be

©Rowena K. Lewis

Author's Note:
I am the author of the poem, 
"The Girl I Used To Be". 
I was very blessed to see it on your website 
and I have seen it on other sites in the past,
especially sites related to ministry to women. 
I live in DeRidder, Louisiana and have two sons. 
The poem was given to me by the Lord 
and I had it copyrighted.
I would love my name added to it just for the sake 
of my dear children who are truly my jewels.

Please send Rowena a note of appreciation ...

~My Heartfelt Thanks to Rowena
for sending me this note letting me know
She is the author 
and allowing me to keep it on my website!

~Old age ain't no place for sissies~
- Bette Davis