If you could see my cracked tooth smile
would you say hello and stay awhile
I’d tell you about my life and the brook
sadly I have never ever read a book
but I will soon one day
reach in my pocket and sail away
to a land of monsters, giants and such
dont be afraid I packed a lunch
He didn’t stop to think if he might be burnt. His schoolroom was in blazes. This little boy with a big heart and smile bravely gave his best. I pumped and pumped, the little ones carried and carried ,but the flames would not give in.
We sat and cried most of the books and desks did not survive. How do you begin again?
I later learned that this brave boy was all of three and became my youngest hero. What little child doesn’t run and hide behind his mothers skirts? But I saw something in that soot circled smile that spoke of courage and worth.
The school was his future and like older kids he thirsted for knowledge. I’m sad to say he died before he could reach a goal.This three year old boy with no family carried water to the very edge of the fire; I will always see a soot circled smile coming back for another water jug.
Oh brave little boy your smile is your gift no matter what happens to your world. With each step you give generosity and kindness. Wee little fingers, no shoes for your feet, but always you came skipping with love wrapped for me.
We wept at your passing. so few years were you given but I never can forget the youngest fire fighter to ever live.