As he wandered through Harris Teeter
Shopping alone as always
Sad words entered his mind
You’re like a motherless child
And alone in this world
Even though he’s an old man
That child thing and the aloneness
Rang a bit too realistically true
And he felt a little sad
Thinking about his situation
Parents dead, siblings estranged
Different paths, darkness and light
All alone in this world
Not a soul caring about
The motherless child
In a small sorrowful moment
He spied a Chocolate Easter Rabbit
With a half price sign over it
He bought it for himself
Though he’s more a giver
Than a receiver
It felt quite nice
For a motherless child
To have the comfort
The gift of a
Chocolate Easter Rabbit
And have his senses
Restored again.
Bob Boyd