Alfreda Williamson Poet Free verse

Little W-V-A Boy

PART I



Our caravan from afar off, finally, noisily pulled into the parking lot,
The crunching gravel ‘neath the tires, heralded our arrival.
We all had been excitedly chatting, about our destination, our work, our aid.

We hurriedly bounded out of our transport, tired, yet excited, exhilarated.
We immediately began the tasks at hand; unpacking, organizing, setting up.
We were readying for the work, when you bounded into our midst.
Your eyes sparkled, your smile was infectious, although, marred 
by the need for dental work, which matched the need for a shampooing,
Of your scraggly blond hair, and more patching of your frayed jeans, 
Although, they probably could use no more;
Just like your scuffed cardboard lined, oversized shoes,
you were wearing/sliding along, could be repaired no more.
And not surprising your faded shirt was missing most of its buttons
which apparently were long gone. But you were such a resilient angel
You could not dare care.

You merely brightened our day, hanging around,
following us around, eagerly all around us, as you stole our hearts.
Then as suddenly as you appeared, you bounded out the door
and disappeared into the evening night . . .

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