Here it was…finally it was Christmas Eve.
I was in my shop getting ready to leave.
When a little boy who’d been waiting in line.
Looked up at me and said sir I found a dime.
He said can I buy just one flower with a dime.
It’s almost Christmas and I’m running out of time.
My mom works hard and there is never enough.
My dad just died…all she can give is her love.
I put my hand on his shoulder and said don’t go.
I gave him twelve red roses with a big silver bow.
I just have some roses on sale for a dime.
He walked out the door saying…thanks, just in time.
I thought of this morning while opening my shop.
I could hear a small voice telling me to stop.
Staring out the window blinking tears from my eyes.
That voice had told me I ought to set these aside.
I saw myself all those many long years ago.
A poor boy with nothing walking in the cold.
A bearded man stopped me alone on the street.
Ten dollars he gave me right then on Christmas Eve.
When I saw that little boy come into my shop.
I knew who the voice was telling me to stop.
Put aside twelve red roses…you’ll need them tonight.
It was the same voice I heard as a boy that night.
Vasquez Savage
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