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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=358510" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Lost In Wal-Mart</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">So... I was in one of those Wal-mart Super Stores<br>Just the other day<br>When in the middle of the hallway<br>I felt someone grab my fingers tight<br>I looked and there she was... a little child holding<br>With all her might</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I saw her eyes big and brown<br>Somehow she pulled me to the ground<br>Now..what was a man...big as me suppose to do<br>So... I said... child... Can I help you..? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">As she looked at me with big brown eyes<br>Her beauty and sadness... almost caused a great flood<br>And with her voice ready to cry<br>She ask... If'n...I'd seen her mommy? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now has anybody ever had their heart fallout of their soul...? <br>Mine did... And I couldn't help but notice<br>Her knees.. Shaking... Like she was at the North Pole.<br>Now you... and me... and everyone knows...<br>Children aren't to talk to strangers...<br>Because we've all heard... how great... and terrible those..dangers! <br>But she still had hold...of my fingers</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Well... at that same time I felt.. heard a voice in my head<br>Don't move.... this is where I should.. need.. to stand<br>I did... But I still raised up my left hand<br>Because.. I didn't... know what to do? <br>I felt like that child... back in first grade school! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">So... I spoke with my voice really loud.<br>I said...this child's mommy is lost... (you see) <br>I have always been able to see when love needed my help! <br>But this time... I had never known how helpless..I felt! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I said...please..someone.. call the M.O.D.<br>Short for Manager on Duty.<br>Help me... Find the mommy of this little cutie<br>Well in a few moments through that crowd of people<br>This women... M.O.D. appeared<br>She knelt down and said..Oh.. Oh...you're such a little dear...<br>Held out her hands..said sweetie come-mere</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet.. I knew what this child was thinking... because<br>She now clung to me<br>Her arm went tight.. around my knee<br>And in her fist part of my jean's</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>I felt heard again that gentlest of a voice<br>I know you can you feel... her fear.....<br>So I want you... to just stand here.... <br>Well I let my left hand rest gently...on her little head<br>I felt the trembling...and some how it cut my soul....<br>(because I felt those greatest of dreads) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">So there we were twenty... thirty minutes... maybe a little more..<br>Then that voice ok look to the left<br>And from a hundred yards I saw her and the plant nursey room door<br>and heard that one's the mom....! <br>And even from that distance<br>I knew my thoughts were right<br>She looked like she'd seen a ghost<br>Face Pale.... I reconized her... pure.. It was Snow..White..<br>So I raised that child up to my shoulder<br>That had clung so tight to my knee...Shouted... Hey Lady... Over here..</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>I can't describe her relief... nor her tears...<br>But..I'll never forget them...or her...for the rest of my years...<br>Because as she came close... I cleary heard...Thank..You..God...! <br>As she fell with that child in her arms...knee's hitting the floor..<br>She begged for mercy... forgivness...<br>From the child, from God... I was'nt quite shore? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Well Ok.. I finally decided it was safe for me.. I turned to leave<br>And there again.. she was wrapped around my knee<br>This time love forced me to the ground<br>All the while that mommy's great tears.. rained down<br>I glanced briefly at the face.. of that girl women that still cried<br>And then I said Child... Is this your mom? <br>With a smile and nod... said my name is Dawnn..<br>She showed me a bruise on her elbow<br>That had been caused by her cat... his name was Heck<br>Then she smiled and embaced my neck</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Suddenly I was there outside my heart<br>My own tears began to start............... well <br>When I was able I a-rose.. that mom started to explain<br>Mention husband...Iraq... two years... and a plane<br>In her haste had thought Grandma had <br>Her in her car<br>That she had to go... airport...late and so far<br>Tell her don't speed the plane will be late</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I did what I was told... and ask if'n.. I... could hold Dawnn<br>Because she needed to call her own mom...<br>On the phone... Yes.. Yes... Mom I have her.. she's safe...<br>What..what.. The plane is late... How do you know that? <br>She then said mom... I need to call you back<br>Putting her cell phone down</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>She stared at me with eyes big and round<br>Then I smiled at Dawnn.. and put my head down<br>She said it's been so hard.. these last two years<br>And again she said, Thank You God....through some more tears<br>She stepped closer... and almost whisperd.. so I could barley hear<br>She said...I ask God to have someone he trusted<br>Guard my daughter until I got there<br>She cried and still stared</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I put love and little Dawnn back on the ground<br>I tired to mumble something... but couldn't hardly make a sound<br>So I said good by to Dawn and take good care of Heck<br>Then that women child said thank you Clyde<br>And... with her free arm pert near broke my neck<br>She stilled cried a little... guess.. I did the same<br>Surprised that she knew my name<br>She said God Loves you u-know<br>And I have to go<br>As she backed up... she added<br>I'll name my first son....<br>After the man that can see far....<br>May God bless you where-ere you go... or are....</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>So I wrote this poem about a little girl and her mom Lost in Wal-mart.<br>I admit I was confussed as to why this little girl came to me and ask me to help her find her mom.But what was I to do, I could only stand there<br>and try to do what I felt was the correct thing.<br>It was easy to see that young women that came running into that<br>store was lost and scared. I don't claim anything but it was strange to have this little girl refuse help from so many of the other's that were there. Yet I obeyed the thoughts that kept coming into my soul. I'm not sure if it was the right thing to do. I just did what I thought came into my mind. It was like I was thinking with and unused portion of my heart, if that was possible.. the end</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Clyde+Bryson">Clyde Bryson</a><div class=q>
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Just the other day
When in the middle of the hallway
I felt someone grab my fingers tight
I looked and there she was... a little child holding
With all her might

I saw her eyes big and brown
Someh..."></div>
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