ValueA Poem by James MckayIt's a story but written as a poem
She was watching cartoon network
When there was a commercial about a new doll It would weep and cry and blink its eyes It would even talk and crawl She saw they were selling for eighty dollarsShe knew her piggy bank was a little low She asked her folks if they would buy it They both respectfully told her, "No!" They told her that she'll have to work for it Earn money by doing a bunch of chores She took out the trash and even cut grass And did so much more It took her a month to make ten dollars She kind of got frustrated and sad Working was hard and oh so tiresome Maybe I don't want that doll so bad She saw the commercial once again And it motivated her to keep on trying She helped Mama pull weeds in the garden It was so hot, she said she felt like dying She was finally up to thirty-five dollars She knew she was nearly half way there And soon in a jiffy, she already had fifty Her mom said, "I'm really proud of you dear!" Her grandma too heard about her quest She helped her feed her kitties and ducks Then she whispered, "Do not tell your mama!" She opened her hand and seen, "20 bucks Another month went by so she added her savings Her parents told her she had plenty for the doll So they looked at each other and then at her Said let's hop in the car and head to the mall Her dad told her he was really proud of her That she learned the value of earning a dollar Looking out the window at this stop light She saw a mother and child struggling on a corner She looked at her earnings then back at the strangers She told her mom and dad that she changed her mind She explained to them what she saw and wanted to help With a tear in her eye, her mom said that would be fine She took that stranger and her child some hot food She gave them some blankets and the rest of her cash The little homeless girl ran up to her and said, "Thank You!" The little girl said, "You're welcome, it's all that I have" Her dad was even more proud of his angel for helping By bedtime she told them that she knew she did a good deed He checked on her and could hear his baby crying He told his wife he'd be right back, that he had to leave The next morning she woke up, ready for breakfast Her t.v. again was showing that one painful commercial She went downstairs with her head down and frowning Then smiled brightly when she saw that doll on the table! by: James W. Mckay June 22, 2023 © 2023 James Mckay |
Stats
45 Views
Added on June 22, 2023 Last Updated on June 22, 2023 AuthorJames MckaySan Antonio, TXAboutTx! Hello my name is James and I'm 46. I began writing at an early age and I'm sure most of our poetry started with "Roses are Red", etc. I'm not sure where my love or desire for poetry came from .. more..Writing
|