Lost One Little Girl Poem by James McLain

This girl is seldom seen from far away.
Seen up close she looks like all the rest.
Lost to sight the blind have done their best.
The caloused palm a finger takes her pulse.
When this little girl must be a grown adult.
Her child hood gone by D.C.F. a foster home.
From the start the father saw the future of this child.
Ignored by they does medication make it right.
To fail in life before she has a chance to start.
This little girl seen close is pushed again to far away.