A Firetruck for Caleb

Staring in a store window, a red firetruck caught child’s eye. 
 Yearning to receive the present for Christmas, hoping time would fly. 
 
 Money had been scarce, his father many financial worries on his mind. 
 His mother performed many odd jobs, all she could find. 
 
 The price tag read, “Twenty Dollars”  his eye dripped a tear, 
 Knowing no money would be extra this year. 
 
 He began asking people for odd jobs, he could easily do a few. 
 Being a strong boy, he started carrying presents, one or two. 
 
 Mama had broken her only measuring cup, couldn't afford another, he sadly thought. 
 Papa needed a new pair of boots without any money, none could be bought. 
 
 Bubba needs a new coat, his was mighty tight, 
 And the Christmas tree needed a new light. 
 
With his busy morning, he had made enough money to buy the new truck and some more presents too. 
But Mama needed a measuring cup, Bubba a new coat and Papa , new boots too. 
 
He looked in the window, going inside to purchase presents needed for his family. 
The kind-hearted merchant looked at the boy, staring at the truck again wishfully. 
 
He reached over, taking the truck off the display,  
Saying Would you like this I put on sale today. 
 
Looking sadly, Caleb turned out his pockets for the storekeeper to see.
He muttered, “I have no more money, Sir, Mama needed a measuring  cup, Bubba a coat, and Papas boots very badly.”

 

“Son, I have a job for you.”  the storekeeper said, “I’ll tell you what sweep my floors every open day. 
“You can have all the presents, now take your money away.” 
 
At the end of the day Caleb got to pick out all the presents, a light, and the firetruck from the store.
With the money left Caleb purchased a ham and a lot of food, his heart, smiling once more.

Dorothy E. Scott poetry99@txol.net
Copyrighted 2001

Dorothy Scott - My name is Poet Dorothy E. Scott I have been writing since five years old. I have a deep love for the Lord. He's been my copilot for a long while. I am a compassionate poet. I write poetry for all who need it. I currently have 52 books in seven years. I am a sick poet but know God is there and faith. Some of my work is used at an online magazine "Chrysalis." I have my own poetry corner in a magazine Almshouse Newsmagazine. I will soon be featured on www.edevo.com  as a poet too.  Poetry is a gift from God and for God. God Bless You!  Poet Dorothy