by Carmen Henesy

Created on: July 31, 2008

She sat alone, huddled,
A waif, so thin and pale,
A homeless child, ragged,
Who seemed so very frail.

Her parents had abandoned her,
She foraged on her own,
In search of food and shelter,
She always was alone.

Her eyes were lost and vacant,
Her face bereft of glee,
She was the saddest little girl,
In abject poverty.

People seemed to walk right by,
Without a passing glance,
Their minds a million miles away,
Almost in a trance.

One day a little girl came close,
And stopped and said hello,
And offered her a cookie,
Then said she had to go.

She came again another day,
And smiled and shared her lunch,
And brought her mother with her,
Because she had a hunch.

It took some time and effort,
But her friend helped find a home,
So this child now has a family,
And is no longer on her own.

Belonging helped her blossom,
And she's become so much a part,
Of this family who adores her,
And with whom she shares her heart.

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