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.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem