The Fatherless Child Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Papa don't know me
The world don't care
Still I am likeably
Willful and dear
I may be lonesome
Inside some shell
But where I come from
Makes me still well

The future is mine
Daydreaming too
Glow and each shine
As freshly as new
I like the water
That's running away
And how it much clatters
In the morning's play

This is my world
As much as it's yours
Each beauty that's pearled
In living contours
You have so much
I shall have it too
Each with its new touch
If my dreams come true