ORPHANAGE
Lost inside a place full of lives,
How many care that they are there?
Not a pretty sight by day or by night,
A smile fades as no family rescues you this day.
The halls hold eyes that have wishes deep inside,
Bring us home, we need a father and mother of our own.
An orphanage is not a home, nor a place we should roam,
Take us from here, we pray that you may love us and hear.
Keith Garrett
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Some orphanages are oasis. I worked at a couple over the years and the one that I felt the heaviest burden working at was a babies orphanage. It was hard work that involved the real life consequences of war and famine. I really enjoyed this poem. I’ve been thinking a lot about those memories and you touched an emotional portal I needed thank you.