ABC’S
I met a little girl at the
jewelry store.
She was probably three,
maybe four.
She kept me entertained
for a while,
With her wit and with her
smile.
She knew her alphabet from
A to Z.
With that feat she was as proud as
could be.
She counted to fifteen and
looked up with pride.
She had that beautiful
smile she could not hide.
Yes she brightened this
senior’s day.
I wrote this poem hoping
to repay.
Faces and names you can
forget.
Her smile I remember yet.
By D. Jack Robinson
10/15/08
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