Hope

I woke up in the morning, For a brand new day, Finally got dressed, And made my way. With mom by my side, To the departmental store To buy groceries, candies And many things more. While I was coming back home, I saw lying on the street, A child my age,looking exhausted, With bloody feet. Accompanied by mother, I made my way back, Searched for what I could donate, Clothes and some knick-knacks. I packed everything up And was off in a dash, To the street the child called home, And reached in a flash. I gave her my little gifts, She looked at me in shock, Tears came into her eyes, Looking at that face, I could not talk. She was surprised, She was taken aback, She hugged me tightly, And I hugged her back. The smile on her face, Gave me hope, She looked so cheerful, I wish she'd never mope. This encounter taught me, The joy of giving , Be selfless, be sensitive, Make the world a happy living.