He sat playing in the sandbox,
the warm sun upon his face
this child so sweet and innocent
seeking that which is real.
Standing to go pick flowers
he stumbles over the raised edge
of the sandbox where he almost falls
down on his little face.
The other children shun him
but I do not know why,
so I approach as he picks the
flower that he will give someone.
I stand and watch a while,
then he suddenly turns to me and
I see milky white eyes in a small
face.
He's blind I realize, this child is
in eternal night, the look upon his
face is beautiful as he comes towards
me and sweetly hands me the flower.
Dead and dried up but he doesn't know
to him it is the most beautiful thing
in all the world, given with love something
that isn't within the human race.
Come sit with me I enquire, the most
beautiful smile crosses his face, taking
my hand in innocent refrain we go and sit
upon the park bench once again.
Bronze trophy winner
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