March 4, 2021
When my daughter was barely three,
We went the sand beside the sea,
And brought pails and shovels for sand castles.
Some other kids came up to play,
And took some of the toys away,
But my daughter was not troubled by the hassle.
All the kids had a shovel or toy,
All that is, except one sad little boy,
And though smaller my daughter walked up to him.
She gave him the very last shovel,
And as I parent I was humbled,
At her generosity and her consideration.
And so content and alone in the sand,
She dug away with just her hands,
While the kids used the toys without asking.
I learned from my daughter that day,
That no matter what comes your way,
That there is life’s beauty in such compassion.