Amazing that in just a few moments
One selfish little girl almost steals a day's joy,
Grabs at each fleck like a plate of cookies
As she plucks each one from my reach, and
Stuffs them into her already plump cheeks.
My joy is infused with an aching emptiness.
Then I smile at the secret
That returns my peace...
Greed does not wear a size 3.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem