She Made His Day

She was dancing her truth, and spinning in circles. Her teacher was fun, named Mrs. Van Werkles. At seven-years-old, she had life by the tail. She passed a man carrying Saturday’s mail. Hello Mr. B, she yelled, waving her quick little hand. Causing a smile to relieve his sadly bruised heart band. He loved seeing children, as innocent as this. She was the neighborhood favorite, this sweet little miss. His child had died, many years ago in a fire. If he said he’d forgotten, he would be a liar. Alone in his house, now that his third wife had left He felt bitter, and lonely, a little bereft. But here was this darling child, so happy and pure. She was aiding to his happiness, giving him a cure. Hello little girl, he said, taking out a big smile. She had made his day joyful, for a little while.