There is a girl in a lovely pink dress,
Seems too small for her, but she wears it nevertheless.
She sits on the swing and looks at the sky,
A smile on her face as she sings a lullaby.
The girl had her hair tied in a pink ribbon,
But she doesn’t seem to play with any of the children.
She sits on the swing, goes back and forth,
Scraping the ground using her foot.
The girl on the swing, she’s always there once a year,
Swinging up and down, every 10th of September.
Her hair tied in a pink ribbon, wearing the lovely pink dress,
That even if its too small, she wears nevertheless.
I sat on the swing a day before the 10th,
And saw that the ground had seemed to ascend,
Under my feet was a gravestone that paved,
To the girl in a little pink dress’ grave.
© Pancake Bunnykins


wasn’t expecting the ending part, that caught me off guard.
Beautiful. The last stanza gave me the chill.
Thank you! 🙂
Thank you! 🙂 I hope my other readers will have the same thing.
Yes, I felt some chills, but it was lovely to read.
Thank you. Have a nice evening 🙂
Was she a ghost? Heavy poem
Oh my! I got goosies! What was that! I never thought that’s how it will end! Yay!
was reading it while all my lights are off. goosebumps!! GgGzZzzzZ! >_<
*now running to the nearest light switch*
Omg! I’m sorry about that 🙂 with a smile.
Yes yes 🙂
And thank you 🙂
I made a little twist 🙂
That was great! Really!!!
Salamat 🙂
Walang anuman! 😀
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