An Unopened Book
The Haunting Memory Of The Homeless Girl
A little girl no more then fifteen.
Sits on the corner a sign her hands hold.
Her red hoodie pulled tight,
fighting to keep from being to cold.
Her face and lips are chapped,
from the continuous wear of the wind.
This breaks your heart.
Let's your compassion begin.
Knowing no amount of money,
could begin to ease her pain.
Was her home life so bad,
How awful it must be to end up this way.
How she found refuge on the street.
Was there no one left to turn to.
Was her pain left so discreet.
Were there no words of love spoken.
No one else that loved her.
How could she feel so broken.
Where is her hero, her guide.
Who was it that gave up on her.
How was she just tossed her aside.
Did they do everything they could.
Did they try but, lost all hope.
Did nothing seem to help.
Was her disappearing a way to cope.
There is danger in the safest places
Although she may think she's tough.
Deceiving found in the kindest faces.
Trouble she may find a bit to much.
Nothing I have to offer besides food and drink.
She offers her thanks, broken pride she's touched.
I slowly walk away with a heavy heart.
Knowing I brought little comfort here.
A little homeless girl on the corner.
Made me fight away a tear.
An Unopened book
D. Cody Herring
Copyright April 2013
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The Haunting Memory Of The Homeless Girl
The Haunting Memory Of The Homeless Girl