Lost and Lonely Waifs

Standing in the frigid wind outside the bus stop doors She seemed lost and lonely as the cars past with a roar. Waiting for my only child the son whom I adore I couldn’t help but wonder where was she headed for? The prodigal returned through those same two frosty doors But though the night was getting dark no one came for her. Stopping right beside her, the radio blaring a Christmas score We asked her if she needed help could we do any more? Her wind burnt cheeks rose with the smile she wore “Thank you, no.” She said. Her eyes they did explore the warm interior and the street stretched out before My folks are late but coming soon at least I’m pretty sure… We left her there before the door yet still my heart implores How many lost and lonely waifs are left standing by the door? *Monorhyme is Sonnet form using slip or half rhyme. Some good deeds go unaccepted.