Thanks For Noticing Book Woman

This child is so evidently alone Drenched with loneliness and overflowing of hurt His mother’s not there and his father doesn’t care This child needs aid!! Staring into his eyes I see excess desolation and absent affection Something is missing. Something isn’t there. His demeanor so pleasing to the eye But I see. I see that optimism has abandoned this child. If he where mine I would walk with him, tell him a joke, or make him smile. Please! Someone rescue him. I know tears of solitude massage his face when he attempt to rest I know behind that smile hope is lost I know he curses God for living in that orphanage. Someone please help that boy!!! For that boy might be lost and never found. For that boy might attempt to find his way out of solitude through drugs. For that boy might run away and never look back If there is anyone that can hear me that little fellow needs your help!! Look at him sit in that corner as if not a thing is wrong Look at him continue. How can he continue like this? The book lady looks him in the eye and to see his eyes quiver with sorrow. It’s ok as he cries. Someone’s here. I’m here. We will be. Thank you for noticing. (I was just flipping through some old photos and saw a picture of me a few days before I met my foster parents. Viewing the picture when I was in the orphanage is my eyes looked so full of anguish and sorrow all I could think was “thank you for noticing”)