The Unplanned Trip.

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.

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