eyes scanning the families' wish lists.
I'm transfixed by the humble requests:
Diapers; baby rattles; crafts for mom.
These are the ones I unpin
and stuff into my coat pockets.
"More," I decide. "They deserve more."
I shop for toys, games, magazines,
scanning the aisles for little goodies,
what I believe they should want.
But I'm not helping this way.
I think of what happiness means—
the simple pleasure of a cross-stitch;
a newborn making her first music;
a month of warm, dry bottoms.
I fill my cart with these.
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3 comments:
I hope so! Thanks for commenting!
It's so hard not to judge, isn't it? I think that's why I picked the requests for simple things rather than the video games or Hanna Montana hoodies. Then again, we don't know the whole story. Just because a kid is asking for a video game doesn't mean he's got a closet full of them at home. Maybe he's only got the one, and he's been playing it for two years.
It's the only reason I would set foot in a store this time of year! ;-)
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