The child who hides behind laughter
The child who reaches out with tears
The child who no one looks after
Who runs away when someone nears
Never got a mamma’s “spit bath”
Never danced on daddy’s toes
No one to ever help with math
No wall marks to show how he grows
Amplified loneliness music
Hollow echoes of lack of sound
Ears strain to hear a doorknob click
Rooms and hearts waiting to be found
The lonely ache of nothingness,
A much deeper hurt than the pain
Of a hard hand’s angry caress -
Storms: they beat clouds that never rain.
God, fill their dark, unquiet nights
With brave, beautiful, dancing dream.
Let them meet smiles, inspiring lights,
Though from strangers’ faces they stream.
Home won’t protect them, nurture them
So, God, please safely bring them here.
We will teach them, try to guide them,
Let them know that to us they’re dear.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem