Thief of Joy
I saw a baby in the market today,
?Caught its eye and made a funny face—?
It started to laugh, a pure, joyful sound,?
And I smiled, thinking my job was done,?
Went on with my shopping, a list full of tasks,?
Much to do, you see.
Later, in the checkout line,?There they were again—mother and child.?
I made the face once more,?
Hoping for the same sweet laughter.
But instead, the babe began to cry,?
And guilt sank in, unexpected and sharp,?
As if I had stolen the joy I had once given.
Copyright © Ezra Cook | Year Posted 2025
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