One evening I stopped on my way home from work to pick up a few things at the grocery store, a normal routine for me that will forever be ingrained in my mind.
As I walked down the vegetable aisle, I noticed a little blonde tousled head boy about 5-7 years old. He was sitting in a slumped like position in what looked like a canvas stroller for a very large child.
As I made my way down the aisle and got closer to him, I saw he had many tubes and a breathing apparatus attached to him. And behind all those tubes was the cutest little smile and he was watching me with the most incredible blue eyes I’d ever seen. I smiled back at him and hoped he didn’t see the pain I felt.
I was beside him before I looked down and realized he was blind…..he had been listening and following the noise of my heels click down the aisle towards him.
My heart stopped and tears came to my eyes…why this beautiful boy? I bent down and softly spoke to him for a few seconds as his parents looked on smiling…he could have been a major league ball player for all the pride and love expressed on their faces.
So this is something I wrote for this little unknown boy…someone that has never left my prayers. Bless you baby for touching my heart.
Lonesome Child
This child so abandoned by life, that paints his world with solitary strokes
Who chases smiling thoughts, and poignant games of mind.
His eyes searching……. for that he can not see,
Like a butterfly….. flying softly and free.
He chases imaginary friends….some within his reach..
Never to grasp..... only the air of make believe,
Yet he still smiles…the smile of a lonesome child.
This child, with secluded thoughts of terrified space of mind,
This child who can not taste the world of sight or unknown.
How does one know the truth of a world of a lonesome child,
How does he know that green socks are green and not brown.
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