In A Cold Childrens Home! ! Poem by Becky Ginn

In a cold childrens home,
Sit's a broken child,
Abandoned by those she never knew,
Those she never loved,
Who never loved her.
That child you see, empty inside,
Is Me.

I saw kids come and go,
Different men and women took care of me.
No face was familier, everything changing.
Alone, a dog in kennel, this grey room,
My Cage.

One day I looked up and saw a face,
A face looking down. I giggled, he was handsome,
And He looked at me in love, overwhelmed.
He knelt down and picked me up, then suddenly,
I flung my arms around him tight,
As if this was meant to be.

In tears, choked up, he said emotionly.
'This is the one. We want her...'
Then he held me, rocked me and whispered
'Your coming home with us, sweetie.'
And with a smile I hugged him, never wanting to let go.
'Ok Daddy, let's go home.'