Passing a child in a shopping cart

I heard him moan and fret

He had no want of anything

For all his needs were met.

With pudgy cheeks and pudgy hands

Listlessly he cast a glance

at me

And so, of course, I had to give the greatest thing I had:

I smiled—with all my might and joy

A brilliant, happy smile.

Wriggled my brows up and down

And smiled at that fat child.

Silent, surprised, he cast about

Then, undone, he laughed aloud

at me

Reaching out as if to say, “You! You made me glad.”