Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 A Priceless Gift

Sitting alone on a bench, I

Waited for the bus now quite late.

Every few minutes I would sigh,

Bemoaning my unlucky fate.

A car passed in this time and place.

In the back window a young girl,

We shared a moment face to face.

I noticed she had not a curl,

Hairless most likely because of

Treatment for some cancer she had.

For that moment I felt her love.

My outlook turned to good from bad.

A gift to me from this young child,

Who passing by me waved and smiled.