Homeless Child

Written for:  Poetic Bloomings2 - For Your Consideration
It's Tragic!

Write this poem:

"The greatest tragedy is –––––––––"


A child is left alone
scared, hungry.
You look at her and wonder how
this can be.  You bemoan–
she looks young,
practicing her keep-away frown.

Amidst group of others–
tired, thin.
Where can these children's parents be,
ill, jailed, single mothers
with no kin?
Weather will grow wintry.

Will they be forced indoors,
a shelter?
Sometimes a hellish place, unclean.
They need so much more–
core, center, 
family.  Think what that could mean.

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About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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3 Responses to Homeless Child

  1. -Eugenia says:

    Amazing, sad, and powerful piece!

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