Maleena


by McKenzie James

I was going to write a poem today

about agony and grief.

About how life has beaten me down

and I can find no relief.

 

Then I stopped to visit a home

where a two year-old was at play.

I found a bit of hope again

just seeing her that way.

 

Everything she saw excited her.

Everything was a cause for joy.

She stomped across the living room

with an old pot and a wooden spoon as toys.

 

She ran to me and hugged my legs

and seemed so glad to see me.

I couldn’t help but smile and laugh

and soon it wasn’t so bad to be me.

 

She has no sense of life’s problems yet.

She has no sense of time.

She lives within the moment

and most every moment’s fine.

 

Her laughter bubbles up

at the simplest, oddest times.

She thinks the world a marvelous place

and I hope nothing happens to change her mind.

 

I was going to write a poem today

about sadness, grief and pain.

Instead I watched a child at play

and found some joy again.

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