Little White Girl

I care not for a steak made rare

A rare moment like this one I do

Little 2-year-old white girl

As precious as this summer day

For a reason uncommon this world

Dashes to me in my dismay

Wraps her little arms around my leg

Without words she’s able to say

Stranger I know how to love you

I see you are big, black, and tall

Love blinds and a hug reveals

What's purer than a child’s love

 

Today 

 

Little white girl blessed me

 

                  Tomorrow 

 

Little white girl will heal the world

 

© emmett wheatfall

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  1. Sweetly unsacharine delightfully inspiring. Maya said people will always remember how you made them feel. You are are
    Beacon off truth, hope and deep insight only you can bring.

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    1. Darned auto correct. But u know what I meant .

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  2. When our fraternal twin granddaughters Adria and Emmy were 3 or 4 we took them to a park in Nashville. We knew there were ducks in the pond there and we took along something appropriate to feed them.

    I spied a woman who appeared to be homeless on a wrought iron prk bench, warming herself and resting her bones in spring sunshine. Adria, too had noticed the lone woman and ventured towards her. Their gaze was each fixed upo the other.

    Adria broke out into a big smile. The woman responded in kind. She notices us observing. She smiled. We smiled. Not one word needed to be spoken. Love was given and received all around.

    I would not trade that moment for a million dollars.

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    1. That last comment about our twins and the ducks was me, Emmett. I don’t see a way to edit it and change from anonymous~

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