Hands in her pocket

She sits on her make-believe throne

Dreaming of joy she has never known

Despite the worn out clothes and windswept hair

She has the look that makes people stop and stare

Her hand is in her pocket, searching

I wonder is she is yearning

For food, clothes and shelter

The crowds around her run helter-skelter 

I pray that she finds peace and safety

That she faces life’s trials bravely

That she is never abused and her spirit soars

That life opens new windows and doors

For her to prove her mettle, her uniqueness

That she finds respite from gloom and darkness…..

 

 

 


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