The afternoon sun makes a path of light through the one room apartment.There on the couch, a lifeless female body sprawls on the couch,eyes open yet…seeing nothing, looking for love through a drug haze, when love was only a few feet away.
The hunger pains wake her from her sleep…
last thing she remembers is crying for something to eat.
Only three, she cannot understand Mommy’s long nap
or why she is still on the couch like that.
She slides from her mattress, tiny feet on cold floor,
her hunger wouldn’t welcome sleep anymore.
She touches her Mommy’s outstretched cold hands,
only three, yet somehow she starts to understand.
There on the floor, her small hands find a bag of cold fries,
the first bit of food she has had in awhile.
When tears of an angel start to fall,
it is to listening hearts the mightiest call.
Good Brothers and Sisters find her just in time,
this little Angel will soon be just fine.
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