A little boy one day
was sitting on the ground
not even moving
or making a sound
I raced over to see if he was okay
he was barely breathing up against a wall
so I tried to get someone to help
or at least find someone to call
Finally the ambulance came
and took the boy away
and when I talked to the doctor
he said that he'd be okay
He had a siezure
the doctor had said
if not for you
he would be dead
1 month later a little boy
was sitting on the ground
playing in the dirt with trucks
you could hear every sound
(By: Shaina Lloyd)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem