• The day had been cold,
    The tears stained my face.
    I went for a walk,
    At a very slow pace.

    At one point I stopped,
    And felt a tug on my coat.
    I looked down,
    And got a lump in my throat.

    It was a little girl.
    No more than four,
    She was dressed in rags.
    I knew she was poor.

    "Exscuse me Ma'am."
    She said with concern,
    "But why are you crying?"
    I could see what she yearned.

    She wanted a family,
    So I smiled at her.
    "Don't worry about me,"
    Then the world went into a blurr.

    The tears came back,
    And they spilled down my face,
    The little girl gasped.
    And held me in her embrace.

    I hugged her back,
    And then picked her up.
    And I put a dollar bill.
    In her small little cup.

    I carried her home.
    And tucked her in that night.
    And still to this day.
    I know she's alright.