Poemattic: Poetry and Art for the Soul

A small puddle of melted snow

reflects the passerby

who tries to avoid it

carefully stepping to one side.

 

Then a child skips across

freely without a worry in the world.

The hem of his pants drenched

and his mother asks,

“Did you step in that puddle?’

Yes, the child responds shyly.

 

When he goes back outside

this time looks down inside  the puddle.

He sees his reflection and smiles back.