(Often wonder at the children neglected, orphaned or left to their devices. And cropped up a poem, on their battles and their victories.)
There once lived a little lost lassie…
In a small town strewn with people busy.
Oft, Unheard, Unknown, and Uncared for..
Every year she lived under a new roof.
The Chaperones had different faces,
New meals, new friends and new graces..
She amused herself with toys careless,
Moments and thoughts, seemed aimless.
She sought for something consistent, a dream,
A pretty home as in some painting she had seen..
A family hand in hand, walking in pretty scenery..
Or Music charming off, her little brittle worries!
Her smiles when in that dream, was cherished..
Akin to sunshine that leads the cold to perish.
Her smiles would hide the perils she faced..
The smile had the confidence for happy days!
Oft, she saw life as an interesting riddle!
Opened new doors, to be intrigued, to fiddle..
With time, she learned to master any dare…
Yet, warm to those, who had felt life’s glare.
Her tenets refined her wafts, with most waves
Her reason on life, was well beyond the waif!
Ever resolute, to someday own her dream,
Someday, her life would be on her themes..