Firehouse Basket
He waits,
Abandoned alone,
Motherless in a basket
Swaddled in a strangers
Clothes.
Staring at the sunrise,
With wide newborn eyes.
Motherless in a basket,
And still has yet to cry
Copyright © Charles Pullen | Year Posted 2016
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