Walking through a village,
I saw a tiny young child,
She was maybe, age of three,
Crying, she had been, awhile,

Her body seemed so frail,
Her eyes were oh so red,
Covered in dried mudd,
Including, upon her head,

I stoped to ask this child,
What is wrong my dear,
Offering to her ,my hand,
Come, please don't fear,

The child continued crying,
As she looked up high at me,
I stood there only smiling,
She took my hand You see,

I lead her to a building,
Where she could be bathed,
And when her cleansing was over,
I laid her upon a bed,

There, this child rested,
Clear into the night,
Angel's there surrounded,
Keeping her from fright,

I kissed this little one,
And gave to her, but this,
A memory to recall,
A friendship kind of kiss,

A tear dropped from my eye,
As I turned and walked away,
Always to remember this child,
Remembering this very day.~*....
 
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