She once would lie on the grass,
And watch the clouds go by.
When coming cold would color leaves,
She would watch and wonder why.
A school girl with few chosen friends,
She could study with a smile.
No one knew her hidden pain,
She carried all the while.
An orphan girl with bruises given,
From her strange home day by day.
She kept her colored markings hidden,
At school while she played.
We all learn how to find ourselves,
From the shared gift of love.
Lacking this she could not see,
A loving father up above.
She wandered lost with tattered friends,
Until her foster mother died.
False comfort from her bottle held,
She never even cried.
She sank lower in the streets by day,
Sleeping under stars by night.
When people passing would not look,
She stayed hidden in plain sight.
Today she sleeps a peaceful rest,
Underneath the trees.
No stone to mark her name and years,
There is no one there to grieve.
Perhaps these words will open eyes,
To reach to others in this world.
And a few lost souls may be saved,
In memory of a forgotten girl.
- 11/1/2021
Eric Visconti - Poet
Exploring Life
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