Treasure

Little round cheeks,
Barely rosy, barely clean,
Little wandering hands,
Grasping for anything warm,
Finding only broken glass,
Little legs, bruised and battered,
Covered by a garbage bag,
Little lips blue and cracked,
Longing for something to pass through them,
Baby baby don’t you cry,
Someone will come along,
And sing you a lullaby,
Keep brave, keep strong,
You won’t be left there,
For too long,
She didn’t appreciate you,
But they will,
She didn’t see your worth,
But they do,
Mommy didn’t want you,
Because she didn’t see,
The beautiful little treasure,
That you turned out to be.

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