She Touched My Heart
A sweet little girl, possibly four, maybe five years old
Wearing a faded blue dress torn along the seam,
Living on the street with her drug-addicted parents
No chance at really experiencing the American dream.
It was clear she had never known a normal child’s life
She seemed perfectly content playing on the street,
While uncaring people constantly ignored her folks
Pretending not to see the little girl with her dirty feet.
She touched my heart although I could do little to help
I came back later with sandwiches and a teddy bear
They seemed so grateful…yet, I had done so little,
I brought a bright blue ribbon for the little girl’s hair.
She stood staring at me as I walked slowly away
She was still holding the blue ribbon in her dirty hands,
She could not see the tears rolling down my cheeks
But, I pray the time will come when she understands.
NINTH PLACED WINNER
written September 4, 2021
for "The One Who Touched My Heart" poetry contest
sponsored by Regina McIntosh
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