letters to the blindmen - 1994
dear mrs. hum
dear mrs. hum i just wanted to thank you for the butterscotch sundae you bought me when i was nine years old it was springtime and i was crying that day because
i had holes in my shoes and not a friend in the world i stood at the edge of the schoolyard rubbing my nose with the sleeve of my coat quietly sobbing the trees held out their bare limbs to a cold grey sky i didn't know who was lonelier, who needed the hug more -- the trees or the sky -- all i knew that i was lonelier than them both i heard the kids in the playground laughing and shouting cause they had homes moms dads and jelly sandwiches they had time to laugh because they had these things i had a torn coat a small empty room and midnight visits from a stranger my mother told me i had to be nice to i didn't want to go home it was springtime and i stood at the edge of my hope i had holes in my shoes and not a friend in the world and you took me by my pale orphan hand you bought me ice cream i don't know why you bothered to care about the invisible kid in your grade three class but your butterscotch sundae is the reason i did not fall that day i wish you to understand it meant my life to me thank you for your kindness dear mrs. hum i just wanted to thank you
Posted on décembre 09, 2001 09:44 PM