Little left child,

Where did your father go?

Did he step on your little fingers

To reach the hands of someone more lovely

Less deserving

Of his plum dark love?

 

Little lost child,

Where did your mother go?

Was she swept up in a breeze too kind

Too harsh

To take a child as well?

 

little lonely child,

Where did your family go?

Did the loss that gripped them

Take out its anger on you,

Such a cruel fate

On such an undeserving target

 

little lovely child,

Where did your home go?

Did you run far, far away,

Never to return,

Never to look back

And realize your mistake too late?

 

Child,

What will you become?

Now that your baby teeth are gone

And your eyes no longer innocent

Is anything the same?

Is the lovely, lonely, lost child still left?