JUST A LITTLE GIRL

By Richard L. Provencher

Fri, 20 Jul 2018
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She was

too young to understand

the night came

too soon for her

to know

now a baby’s on the way

and a foster home

the only way.

 

He grew up

that little one

turned into a fighting

son of a gun

nobody loves me

the tattoo said

made sure everyone

knew ‘cause it was

etched on his forehead—

 

little did he know

someone did

and it was his momma

 

the little girl

from so long ago

eyes daily red

coming on through

still sad about

giving up her little man.

 

He’s out there--

somewhere.

 

 

Certificate PG
Poem
Words that Matter
Surreal

Comments

Submitted by Parson Thru on

A long-running crime against humanity. Funny how it all seems acceptable at the time. I can't think where or when the switch flicked on to this practise being inhumane.

Parson Thru

Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on

Thank you PT for your observations. Chunks of memory are coming out from my 22 yeas in Social Services. The issue of a single person pregnancy was such a tragedy when I was growing up. Those who wanted to keep their babies had to move out of home to escape the shame among family and friends. Now we have gone in the opposite direction with 95,000 abortions in Canada per yr.  So many of these children could have been adopted --- I am the proud father of three. 

Richard L. Provencher

Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on

Thank you, JT.

Richard L. Provencher