At Most

She did not need my pity

yet her very life dared me

to notice she was twelve

at most and each of her steps

were slow with a cane while

I took two stairs at a time

as I always have.

Our eyes never met but her easy

smile brought swift tears to mine

for as deep as I could see she was

a girl of twelve at most who has

possibly always known three legs

and she walks happy in our blinding

two legged race.

 

 

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