LITTLE THINGS
The doll’s arm broke
The child was heartbroken
It was her favorite doll
Sobbing she ran to her mother
Her mother comforter her
And after the flow of tears ebbed
Mother promised
“Daddy will fix your doll
You needn’t cry over little things”
The child thought for a while and asked
“Mommy, what are little things?”
A simple question
No easy answer.
Thursday, June 23, 2011
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