The Little Child Waving
by Angela Lansbury
A little child at the guesthouse window 10
Waved at a passing morning train 8
And the passengers smiled as they waved back 10
So she waved again, and again 8
She waved and dozens of people waved back
Flapping hands like leaves on a tree
How do I know that - because I was there
That smiling, waving girl was me
I waved and I waved, and I waved and waved
To people I had never met
Maybe they remember, I can't forget
Happy again, I'm waving at that train!
-ends-
copyright Angela Lansbury 2023
Numbers at the end of each line are my syllable counts
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