I wrote this poem during a period of time about 10 years ago, when pretty much everything I wrote down came out as a poem. I wrote so many in that time without any effort !! What a productive time it was. This poem is (I didn't know about it back then) about all those lonely children with or without families, and adoption
Strawberry-hair girl was playing in the park.
"Where is your father, " I asked.
"And where is your mom?"
"They're always away", she said.
"They don't have time. Then know I'm in the park
and they think I'm fine. "
I bought her an ice-cream
and she gave me a smile.
I gave her a smile back
and wished she'd be mine.