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Little Blonde Girl
London 2020

The little blonde knew

that looks were important.

Her mother said she was lucky, 

they liked blonde hair.

Her mother was scared.

She tensed up, when they were near.

Her father wasn’t scared,

he knew no fear.

She twirled her golden locks

as they passed the two officers.

A charming smile, she knew,

could easily earn a wink or two.

They didn't seem so bad.

But bad they were, they took Daddy.

She never stopped looking,

waiting for him to come back.

Post war and teen

she felt somewhere unseen

he might, he could, he must

be alive.

The years rolled past, 

she kept looking.

She knew he was dead

too much left unsaid.

A smile, a kind word, 

looks are important.

They get people talking

They bring them together.

The little blonde girl

never gave up,

and finally found her father.

©2017 Eva Adams

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