I Am the Child Left Behind

I have watched others be chosen. I have been ignored.

I have hoped. I have waited.

Sometimes they want girls, sometimes boys.

Sometimes they want a brother & a sister under five.

I am to old.

I am to 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 some away.

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".

My hope has gone.

© Mary Grave