Each night his daughter
Sat in his lap
While he read the paper.
She mostly looked at the pictures
Asking little kid questions
That he gave little kid answers to,
After all, this was the New York Times.
She did learn some words, though,
“Don’t forget the neediest,”
Being the ones she recognized most.

“That means that we should help
Those who don’t have as much
As we do, honey,” he explained.

One day they walked the streets,
A man in tattered clothes
And smelling of despair
Held out his hand asking for charity.
The father pulled his daughter along
Giving the man nothing but disdain
To which his daughter
Began to question
With a child’s  insistent simplicity,
“What is it, honey?” he asked.

“Don’t forget the neediest, Daddy.”

Photo: By Alex Proimos from Sydney, Australia (The Hand) [CC BY 2.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0)%5D, via Wikimedia Commons