A child's tiny feet, <br />Blue, blue with cold, <br />How can they see and not protect you? <br />Oh, my God! <br /> <br />Tiny wounded feet, <br />Bruised all over by pebbles, <br />Abused by snow and soil! <br /> <br />Man, being blind, ignores <br />that where you step, you leave <br />A blossom of bright light, <br />that where you have placed <br />your bleeding little soles <br />a redolent tuberose grows. <br /> <br />Since, however, you walk <br />through the streets so straight, <br />you are courageous, without fault. <br /> <br />Child's tiny feet, <br />Two suffering little gems, <br />How can the people pass, unseeing.<br /><br />Gabriela Mistral<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tiny-feet/
