Huddled in a corner,
Tears streak down a dirty face;
Little eyes filled with sadness,
Longing for a warm embrace. 

But all the heart of this child knows,
Is a life of grief and pain;
What should be sun filled childhood days,
Are filled with clouds and rain.

For they have never felt the touch,
Of a tender, warm caress;
Just anger falling all around,
Their world of emptiness.

What will the life of this child bring?
Where will this child's heart go?
When pain and fear and agony,
Are all it will ever know.

Huddled in a corner,
Tears streak down a dirty face;
Sits a child who belongs to all of us,
Longing for a warm embrace

Allison Chambers Coxsey 
©1999