Roadside Puddle

The streets were deserted,
the sun was sucking my soul.
And I,heading aimlessly somewhere,
when I heard that call.

And as I turned I stopped,
Stunned, almost falling off.
A child of around three hopped,
as her mother washed her off.

And she as dirty as the puddle in front,
tried to clean her girl.
Watching this I was stunned,
watching the little girl twirl.

There in a roadside puddle,
a mere puddle of stagnating water.
The mother and daughter curled,
in that mere puddle of stagnating water.

And that genuine smile,
under those ratty eyes.
Shook me for a while,
under those golden skies.

She still has some time,
to enjoy that genuine smile.
Then she would have to whine,
watching poverty take away her child.