A Toddler

A toddler in a stroller passed

And, looking at her face,

It seemed to me that she was

Merely staring into space.

 

Which made me wonder – could it be

She’d nothing on her mind?

If not, and I could read her thoughts,

What musings would I find?

 

I wish I had a lollipop.

I need some better toys.

My pre-school class has way too many

Mean and nasty boys.

 

My lunch today was yucky.

Why does Mommy have to work?

And why did Daddy come home mad

And call his boss a jerk?

 

I know, I might be way off base.

Perhaps within that stare

Were thoughts of all the happy things

She couldn’t wait to share.