Gift From The Heart
The young boy roamed aimlessly
on the sidewalks of downtown.
His hair hung to his collar
and he was dressed in hand-me-downs.
He didn't seem to be in a hurry
with no particular place to go
and he was not wearing a coat
against the December cold.
Stopping at Wiley's Department Store,
he pressed his face against the glass
and stared longingly at an airplane
knowing it would be too much to ask.
Admiration lit up his brown eyes
and hopeful dreams showed on his face,
as he imagined some day flying
to some faraway, unknown place.
Suddenly, his eyes changed direction
to a mother, father and son
looking at toys in the back of the store
smiling, laughing and having fun.
A pained and sorrowful look
appeared in his big brown eyes.
Big tears started rolling down his face
as he sobbed and started to cry.
The dreams of owning the plane now
provided him with no relief
as he longed for something more
he knew he'd never achieve.
Composing himself, he turned away
with one last look as he did
and walked slowly with head held down
toward the orphanage where he lived.
Every day like clockwork, he stopped
 by the store to view the plane
dreaming of owning it someday
but he knew it was in vain.
He didn't believe in Santa Claus
like all the other kids.
There was no money for presents
at the orphanage where he lived.
Just a few days before Christmas
he stopped by to wistfully gaze
only to find the airplane gone
leaving his dreams all in a daze.
As he turned to walk away, he heard
a man say, "Wait a minute, son!"
"I really want to talk to you."
"My name is Mr. Young."
The man approached him with a smile
dressed in a uniform of blue
and fear possessed the lad
as he'd been loitering, it was true.
For loitering wasn't allowed,
some store owners had complained
but his stately blue uniform
didn't look quite the same.
"What's your name, son?" the man asked.
"Billy, sir," the lad shyly said.
"You live at the orphanage, don't you?"
Oh, Billy felt a sense of dread.
Then the man handed Billy a package.
"Here, Billy, this is for you."
Billy was shy and reluctant
and didn't know what to do.
"Go ahead, Billy, it's okay.  Open it."
Billy sat down on the walk
and as he tore off the wrapping,
His voice quivered as he tried to talk.
For inside the large wrapped box
was the basis of all his dreams.
There truly was a Santa Claus
 at least on that day so it seemed.
As Billy walked away,
the man's eyes filled with tears
as he remembered his childhood
filled with loneliness and fears.
For he grew up without a family
and had spent his childhood days
dreaming of becoming a pilot
and knew he'd find a way.
Poem by Carol Barton
Copyrighted 2003 ~ Carol Barton

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