4/13/06

POEM 2: hands

The little girl reached down to the ground

And felt the cold, soft earth with her palm

Below the big elm tree in the park

And decided it was the place to sit

She grasped her rag doll in her tiny hands

And brushed the yarn hair with her fingers

She stroked the cotton face and button eyes

And felt along the lace of the pink dress

Then she put her palm out, faced up toward the sky

And felt two drops of rain fall onto it

She knew it was time to go leave

So she clutched her doll and ran home