Ballad
(Click play to hear Carmen read her ballad.)


A child in second-hand clothes walks by,
Bouncing a rainbow ball.
The rainbow flees, tears begin to flow,
Etching their sloping way down.

A sniff, the smells of flowers wafts down.
A smiling face bends down,
Arms outstretched, rainbow in hand.
“What is precious must be valued.”

Thirty years pass, a doll soars off.
Tears start the fast trek down.
A sun-rimmed face drops down, smiling.
“What is precious must be valued.”