Head down, counting squares
Pushes aside stray hairs,
Shoes dragging,
Shoulders sagging,
It feels like no one cares.
Staring down at the walk,
There drawn in blue chalk,
Words that create a smile,
And haven’t been heard in a while,
Hit them like a rock.
In a child’s mind,
Thoughts are kind,
Words are few,
To us the meanings are new,
For meanings of love are hard to find.
A child had written in blue,
Words powerful to a few,
Changed a life that day,
Because the child wanted to say,
I Love You.

 
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