The Girl Who Waited

To expect it’s ending till death even

Though being broken like a glass shattered

Leaving the pieces in you scattered.

This is a story of the girl who waited

Though life for her is painfully fated

Where hope is found but empty and shivered

All but memories left remembered.

Child my innocent child

Sitting on a bench so tender and mild

With her mother by her side

My innocent child with smile so wide

A moment as perfect as it should be

For happiness is all you can see.

Then tears fell down from her mothers’ eyes

Struck with all the lies

As she bid goodbye to her daughter

Which took away all the laughter.

“Stay here my child I promise ill come back”

As she walked away on the track

Leaving my poor innocent child

Like a little cub left alone in the wild

Sitting on the bench alone in the park

As the weather trembled and skies get dark

My innocent child scared and separated

Left to wither and desecrated.

Welfare came and took her as an orphan

Labored her sadness hard as she can

My innocent child broken and unwanted

Thinking of her mothers’ promise as she waited.

Years past and there she still is my innocent child

Waiting on a bench alone in the wild

As sickness dwells in her state

But still full of hope and none of hate.

Unable to walk and stayed in a wheelchair

With a nurse to assist her where

My innocent child for her breath is limited

To stay in the park is all she wanted.

Curiosity made the nurse asked why

There she told everything without a lie

She’s still hoping, still waiting

Still praying, still believing.

She stayed there as her last breath draw

With tears flowing out I saw

My patient, my innocent child

So pure so tender and mild.

Farewell my patient so dear

Your pain is as loud as I can hear

For life seems unfair being fated

This is her story, the girl who waited.