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Poor Child

Standing all alone on the hill, poor child, Staring at the town’s old mill, poor child. If daddy only hadn’t lost his job last year, Maybe he’d be living with us still, poor child. Winters coming soon he’ll need some shoes, He doesn’t even have a dollar bill, poor child. He rubs his hungry tummy as a tear fills up his eye, But you won’t hear him cry for he is still, poor child. He wanders off to find some scraps to eat, Digs in the dumpster near the grill, poor child. The boy then seeks a place to rest his head, Thankful that he still has one more pill, poor child. Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 2012

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Ma Yaseen

Date: 9/30/2014 5:53:00 AM

It is a reality, you have described it so beautifully..// Malik

Brenda Meier-Hans
Date: 9/30/2014 7:28:00 AM

Thank you Malik.

Maurice Yvonne

Date: 9/29/2014 8:38:00 PM

Breaks my heart, great write with what once again is a very difficult form.

Brenda Meier-Hans
Date: 9/29/2014 9:03:00 PM

Thank you Maurice

Carrie Richards

Date: 9/29/2014 7:54:00 PM

A heartbreaking sense of reality! Well done, Brenda !!

Brenda Meier-Hans
Date: 9/29/2014 9:03:00 PM

Thank you Carrie

Dorian Petersen Potter

Date: 9/29/2014 7:11:00 PM

Very heart felt Brenda! Great write! Hugs! xxxxx D.

Brenda Meier-Hans
Date: 9/29/2014 9:02:00 PM

Thanks Dorian XOXO

Jack Horne

Date: 9/29/2014 10:35:00 AM

sad and thoughtful write here, my friend. Haven't tried this form before but it works perfectly for the subject.

Brenda Meier-Hans
Date: 9/29/2014 2:42:00 PM

Thanks Jack, glad you like it

Richard Lamoureux

Date: 9/29/2014 7:59:00 AM

The repetition really adds to the impact of this sad piece. Well expressed Brenda!

Brenda Meier-Hans
Date: 9/29/2014 2:41:00 PM

Thank you Richard

Hija De La Luna

Date: 9/28/2014 3:56:00 AM

the poem pricks my heart, Brenda, but it is very good. it's reality. the form, too, fits the emotion of this piece.

Brenda Meier-Hans
Date: 9/29/2014 2:41:00 PM

Thanks Hija

Kelly Deschler

Date: 9/27/2014 11:48:00 PM

This poem is just heartbreaking, Brenda. I really feel for these kids, because I grew up poor, and I know how it feels to have nothing.... It is sad that families were so poor thirty years ago and things have not improved since.... I was very moved by your words. A great write, Brenda.

Brenda Meier-Hans
Date: 9/29/2014 2:40:00 PM

Thank you so much Kelly

Vera Duggan

Date: 9/27/2014 8:43:00 PM

Brenda what a great write and oh sooooooo sad as Cheryl said it is the times we live in now, I really feel sorry for these children who are now growing up, what will the future hold for them, I do tend to worry about my grandchildren, but I am glad I am the age I am, take care my friend...........Vera..............

Brenda Meier-Hans
Date: 9/29/2014 2:39:00 PM

Thank you Vera. Nice you stopped by

Faleeha Hassan

Date: 9/27/2014 7:47:00 AM

Beautiful poem describing the status of a humanitarian mission

Brenda Meier-Hans
Date: 9/27/2014 10:49:00 AM

Thanks Faleeha

Eileen Manassian

Date: 9/27/2014 4:08:00 AM

Oh Brenda. There is so much pain out there. We can bear it better than those little dear ones. This touched my heart. I love the Ghazal form, and have written n this form. It is from our part of the world, you know. You've written this very well. Hugs

Brenda Meier-Hans
Date: 9/27/2014 10:48:00 AM

Thanks Eileen. This form reminds me of rap also although I am not a rapper.

Jan Allison

Date: 9/27/2014 2:46:00 AM

what a deep sad write beautifully penned Brenda - I've never seen this form before - I may be tempted to have a go:-) hugs jan xxx

Brenda Meier-Hans
Date: 9/27/2014 10:46:00 AM

Thanks Jan.