The Orphan Poem by SPC Kellaway

I was a child of distance, an independent soul
Unaware of questions, uncertain of my role
Never fitting in, to any given box
Like a ragamuffin, wearing two odd socks

I dreamed of being someone, dreamed of power and fame
Longed for love and comfort, hoped to play the game
Looked a bit like Mickey, with stick-out pointy ears
Laughed at every hurtful joke, to hideaway the tears

A disenchanted childhood, born of toil and gloom
Lost in days of darkness, no chance to grow and bloom
I sensed my life was destined to have an early end
Never really hoping my heart would ever mend

Then suddenly the sunshine arrived one winter’s day
A couple full of loving, who came to me to say,
‘Would I like to live with them, as if I were their son? ’
It seemed just like a raffle, and knowing I had won

Of course I gave my blessing, a dream had just come true
A miracle had happened, and my love for them just grew
I will always be so grateful, in happy times and sad
To the two who were my saviours, and became my mum and dad.