A little girl
brushes crumbs
off her skirt
Carefully, patiently
gathers them
in her tiny palm
And squats before
a line of ants
weaving their way through
the single-window room.
Here, take this,
she whispers,
in language
that’s still babytalk
and folds her hands
and bows her head…
8 responses so far ↓
sulochanosho // May 12, 2008 at 12:00 pm
A cute poem!
Little Gal
You are an Angel
Live it well.
Thanks.
spiritwoman // May 12, 2008 at 12:06 pm
Thanks
Bharath // May 14, 2008 at 6:43 pm
Yes, it’s very cute poem.
Simonne // May 18, 2008 at 6:09 pm
What a sweet poem, I really like it
Ritwik Banerjee // May 21, 2008 at 1:00 pm
The last time I visited this blog was perhaps a year ago, on a post called “Any Day Now” ….. this post is certainly a very different flavour …… this one is beautiful; this one is poignant ….. this one makes me silently smile for a while after reading it.
Celine // June 3, 2008 at 11:50 pm
The little girl’s demonstration of kindness in the act of feeding the tiny ants.
Nice poetry, I like this blog.:)
mysoul // June 12, 2008 at 6:40 am
Jannie Sue "Funster" // June 13, 2008 at 6:47 am
This moved me very much.
Thank you.
–Jannie