A tiny plastic pink hair-bow
Lays on the white tiled, cool bathroom floor
She's packed her things
Her creams and shampoos, soap and lotions
She has no towels of her own
So I hand her the blue and purple ones
That used to be in our bathroom
Before the move
The move over here, to a new life for me
And for her
A place where she started to soar, but then sank into
anxiety and depression
So deep that my arms couldn't reach her
Four years have passed and sometimes
I see the little girl with a pink hair bow
And sometimes I see a young woman
Strong and determined, a little scared
But moving forward a small step at a time
I didn't pick up the pink hair bow off the floor today
I want to look at it a few days more
Lays on the white tiled, cool bathroom floor
She's packed her things
Her creams and shampoos, soap and lotions
She has no towels of her own
So I hand her the blue and purple ones
That used to be in our bathroom
Before the move
The move over here, to a new life for me
And for her
A place where she started to soar, but then sank into
anxiety and depression
So deep that my arms couldn't reach her
Four years have passed and sometimes
I see the little girl with a pink hair bow
And sometimes I see a young woman
Strong and determined, a little scared
But moving forward a small step at a time
I didn't pick up the pink hair bow off the floor today
I want to look at it a few days more
