Sitting in a waiting room, writing, looking up and
seeing a child, around three years old smiling up
at me, questions and acceptance in her bright little
eyes.
Such an innocent, timid little girl, full of the life
she has ahead of her, promise and beauty can be seen
in her future as I feel her spirit blossoming into
the reality of this world.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem