A dainty little girl skipped across the park <br />Dressed in pink from ribbons to shoes <br />Her Mother followed close behind <br />Not many people cast a glance at them <br />All were busy with their own wards <br />There was however a man in a wheelchair <br />Who seemed completely fascinated with her <br />His eyes were focussed on her intently <br />His attendant did not appear to notice <br />That a sense of calm had descended on him <br />There was even a hint of a smile on his troubled face <br />'Alisha' – he finally shouted to everyone’s surprise <br />For he had not uttered a word in years <br />Now he was calling his young daughter long dead <br />In a fatal accident along with her mother and brother <br />He, the father managed to survive or just about <br />For he was crippled and he had lost his speech <br />But the little girl in pink seemed to have changed that <br />She reminded him of his very own child and the fact <br />That she turned around and gave him a big angelic smile <br />Only convinced him further that there was life after death <br />That Alisha was reborn in a new family, was a happy thought <br />Much later he did comment that – it was the power of pink <br />That changed his life on that fateful day in the park. <br />.<br /><br />Sandra Martyres<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-power-of-pink/
