A Little Girl Grew Up In Here

“Ready to go?”



“Just a sec!”



I gently close the door.





If anyone could see me now,

They’d not believe me when I say

“I have to go”.

There's a storm brewing

Behind my eyelids,

Starting to pour.

A little girl grew up in here,

But she's far too grown up to live here anymore.









The suitcases are by the door,

The car is parked outside

But for one last time I have to sigh

At my great ol’ fuchsia sky.

Tomorrow it’ll be white again,

Never quite the same.

The grass beneath my feet is cream, and fluffy, but

It’ll soon be replaced by a dun coloured wooden floor.

A little girl grew up in here,

But she’s far too grown up to live here anymore.











I wonder if mum will notice

That crack in the wall,

Once hidden by a poster.

Then again, I have a feeling

She, no doubt , already knows it’s there.

A little girl grew up in here,

But she’s far too grown up too live here anymore.











The wardrobe's lying empty,

Tomorrow they’ll take it away.

Mum has plans for a nice plant, to fill the space.

Guests will admire it, of that I’m sure,

But they’ll have keep their clothes

Folded away in a suitcase.

A little girl grew up in here,

But she’s far too grown up to live here anymore.











Those silly teenage romances,

Are abandoned on the shelf.

I’m sure nan will love them,

Now she’s coming to stay.

A little girl grew up in here,

But she’s far too grown up to live here anymore.











Those boxes will come later,

It’s time to leave the nest.

I say one last goodbye

To the room that once taught me how to fly.

Lift the tenancy agreement off the floor,

Turn off the lights and finally close the door.

A little girl grew up in there,

But she’s far too grown up to live there anymore.