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