Child Poem by Freeyad Ibrahim

Ode to Victor Hugo (51)

Child

The most inchanting creature immaginable
Appel-cheeked, pink and healthy,
Seeing the other children of their swing,
She stopped short, rotated like a ring
And put out her tongue
in token of delight
Swiftly as if she took a flight
She had found a scrap of wood
To use as spade
And was energically digging
Swaying like a wave
What might have been a mouse's grave
Even a gravedigger's work is charming
fascinating, heartwarming,
When done by a child!

Freyad Hugo