I Need To Reach That Phone
I need to reach that phone box pleaded a girl at the station.
Many adults walked around her, but no one offered help.
Along came a little boy, a rascal, a neighbor, not a friend, a whelp.
He immediately became her stepstool without a second’s hesitation.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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