The child needed a saviour.
In so remote a dwelling
A hamlet library had no place;
The mother had no time or money
To vaccinate against indolence.
The child was a dormant seed.
A van selling ice cream
Tinkled down the lane
But stopped for no one.
The child looked up from her apple,
To watch it with hungry eyes.
Another van did stop.
The child dropped her apple
As she covered her ears.
There was a commotion
And a man in a bed,
Before it wailed away again.
The third van was silent.
The child wondered at it,
The apple forgotten.
Its doors opened on greater things
Than frozen dairy and pain.
Things that could water the seed inside,
Things to answer the child’s questions.
The child was given a book.
She saw the ambulance again
And waved to the man on the bed.
The ice cream man saw her today
As she read on the garden wall.
Her mother smiled
As she watered her apple tree.
The child had found her saviour.
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