She Always Cried



When I watch the smiles
On the face of a child
Receiving a new toy
The memory stays awhile.

But oh how it hurts me
When a sick child cries
The pain I feel bring
Tears into my eyes.

Mom told me:

When I was very young
And received a new toy
When she saw my smiles
It filled her heart with joy.

Then Mom told me:

Those times I was sick
And cried like sick children do
She always cried too.

Ralph L. Clark © 2001

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