I Am The Child Left Behind
I have watched others be chosen. I have been ignored. They take some away.
My hope has gone. © Mary Grave
I have hoped. I have waited.
Sometimes they want girls, sometimes boys.
Sometimes they want a brother & a sister under five.
I am to0 old.
I am too young.
Sometimes they look for a child who has round eyes.
Sometimes they look for a child who has curly hair.
They look & whisper that I am to short.
They say I am to fat.
Sometimes I am to tall & “Not quite right”
I wish that someone would come see me & choose me.
I don’t have much hope anymore.
They take little babies.They take pretty girls.
They take young boys.
I am not sure where they take them.
They say some go to America.
They say some go to other countries.
When I had hope, I hoped to go to America.
That was before I knew that I was to old & to young &
to tall & to short & to fat or ” Not quite right.”