Take me with you
Please don’t go
I’ll be very good you know
I can color and help you cook
I can even read a book
I’ll be a best friend or little brother
I will even call you mother
I’ll be the best kid you will see
Please oh please ask your heart to pick me
I wipe my own tears when there are fears
I pick myself up when I fall
I really do these all on my own
But it would be nice to have a home
To sigh and cry with girls and boys
And share my used old broken toys
Take another look to see
If God has told you to pick me
This is the day I’ve waited for
Lonely days will be no more
Because I have a family
Who promised to love and care
For me
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This poem and "The Color of Beauty" are both especially good. This one seems so fitting to me now because my wife substitute teaches at our son's school. The stories she brings home about some of the unfortunate children she meets - the one's who's parents can't seem to get it together for them - make us both wish we could just adopt them all and make everything right.
ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing these. You should consider putting together a book of your poetry.