Waif Poem by Liilia Talts Morrison

There was a time when children roamed
Abandoned in the woods
Their early lives torn from poor homes
Bare cupboards lacking food

Those homeless, hopeless little waifs
With luck would find a friend
A den of wolves as shelter safe
To nurture and defend

Although so many folks would scorn
Such ragged, straggled kids
God chose to love them and adorn
With gifts to most forbid

There is a special glow around
Those orphans left alone
An angel's blessed arms surround
And keep them till they're grown.