I worried when I saw him,
Alone with no fresh air
His rosy cheeks stained red with tears
And wet his sweat soaked hair.
I watched as he stared- aimless-
Into the late night sky,
His blue eyes frightened, innocent,
And then they met with mine.
So I smiled, reluctantly,
For I shook, red with rage
His ginger hair, his cold arms bare,
Only two years of age?
He gawked around, the traffic lights
distracted him a while,
Till in a daze he stared right back
And offered me his smile.
Then I waved and thought it wrong
That he should be alone,
He giggled then- the sweetest laugh
That I have ever known.
The minutes passed, my worry grew,
The drug store door ajar,
I kept his eyes open on mine,
As I watched him in the car.
An eternity had come and gone
And I found myself quite shocked
To see his mother return to him;
She left the doors unlocked.
She turned to him, worried I think
Though I'm still not certain why.
I drove away, with several more,
And waved this boy goodbye.