Written when I was 15 years old. A little girl and her grandpa Once went downtown For there was a circus there And she wanted to see the clown. She skipped and asked him along the way “What will he look like, grandpa?” The grandfather smiled and replied, “Like a dream from afar.” The little girl was pensive And thought about it for sometime Her grandfather looked lovingly At that angel of nine. “I wish you could tell me more”, she said, “Since I don’t understand.” “You’ll have to wait and watch, my dear”, he said “The show will be really grand!!” When they reached the overcrowded circus, The girl jumped up and down She had had her very first glimpse Of a very colorful and funny clown. His bright red nose Upon a chalk white face His colorful, frilly clothes Made her stop in awe and gaze. It was then that the stampede began And the sunshine was drowned away As she reached out to her grandfather for protection She felt him pulled away. “Let me go to my grandpa please” To unhearing ears she pleaded and asked And when no one came to their rescue, She did a holy task. The fragile girl crawled to her grandpa, And as he fell, she gave him all the support her small body could But her grandpa, he slipped and fell And she, too, hit her head on a plank of wood. The last thing she heard Was shouts and cries for help And yes, she did hear one last thing And that was her own yelp. As she opened up her eyes, It was a different sight. Her grandfather was besides her And everything was unnaturally bright. “Where are we grandpa? Weren’t we supposed to see the clown?” The grandfather looked at her gently And then, at the heavenly ground. “We are going to a place, my dear Where children should seldom go” “Oh! That sounds so exciting”, she said “Tell me more… hurry…Oh, grandpa! You are so slow!!” The grandfather’s eyes were moist, Because he could not explain To his little princess, the horrible, horrid pain. “We won’t be going home, my dear In God’s grace, we shall now stay” Yes, it was an unplanned trip And they had come too far away.