I couldn’t take my eyes off her…
Such a serious little face,
(she looked about two)
with skimpy flaxen hair
and a faint flush
on her cherry blossom cheeks.
Her eyes were widely set
and of the palest blue.
They stared intently -
mesmerized
it would seem
by the pink plastic screen
carefully placed
on the table before her.
The restaurant was busy.
The grownups chatted
brightly
between forkfuls.
Every now and then
they would smile and nod
approvingly
in her direction.
She must have sat there
(without a murmur)
for over an hour.
‘She’s no trouble’
I heard the mother say
as they got up to leave,
‘No trouble at all.’
Alison Cassidy
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/no-trouble-at-all/
