Abandoned
Joy filled tears rolls down her face
Uncertain tears streams down her own
Crying, wailing, but then comforted by the
Tenderness against her mother's breast
The little body is wrapped in the soft sheet
Cradled in arm of her angel
She cried softly, no more then a whimper
Feeling of the hard, cold earth beneath
The soft spot on the back of her head
She waited, but soon began to fade
The sun took the color from her ivory skin
She thirsted for hydration, lusted for affection
None of what her mother left her with
This little one started alone
Abandoned
This poem is about:
Me