Beautiful

Beautiful

by dan ankers

I watched a boy give his ice-cream to a little girl

Who’d dropped her own

As a tiny little pearl

Of a single, glistening, darling of a tear

Ran down aside, that pristine shell of her ear.

He saw that gleaming, shimmering orb of sad dimensions

And traced its path, around the arc of her cheek

But he did not interpret this as a woeful situation

And instead he glimpsed a dream of hope in full replete

Then, without a tinge of fear

Or even one selfish thought toward his own situation

He said, “Here you go, you ten have my ice-tweam.”

This boy, fulfilled

That crying girl’s

Dream.