Diary Entry 37

I thirst…

so, to the kitchen, I ran;

and in there working

was the kindest of man.

He smiled and asked

what it was that

I sought.

Why, water, of course,

to the fight the thirst

I fought.

You look twelve when you smile,

unto me said he.

The words fell from his lips

with such tenderness and glee,

but, unbeknownst to this man

twelve never smiled back at me.

So with those sweet words,

to my soul came a call.

I thank you dear man

for the sweet complement you gave.

It granted me the chance

to smile at such a young age.



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