by Karey White

Created on: April 05, 2010

"I put a treasure in your pocket," he said.

His six-year old face beamed.

"What could it be?" I asked,

Reaching into my pocket.

I unfold the white, lined paper.

A crayon heart appears.

With crooked letters and a backward "B"

I smile as I read.

"You won't be blue,

Cause I love you."

Little arms hug me tight.

"Thanks for the treasure," I say.

I fold the paper and place it in my jacket,

Glad that there's a poem in my pocket.

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