Whose Kid Is This
WHOSE KID IS THIS ?
I wasn’t involved with those strangers at all:
Parents busy in a line at the counter, their
Child of two, three floors up in the mall,
Looking down through the glass panel there.
Biggish gap between panel and floor.
Found myself worrying whether
The kid would slip through and be no more,
If he moved, I was ready to tether.
He did. I lunged forward fast -
And so did some other guy,
Obviously watching closely, also aghast.
Saved. But whose was this small fry?
Could be your kid today; could be mine tomorrow.
Every kid is in everybody’s care.
Whether they had joy or sorrow
I was deeply involved with those strangers there.
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