I sit and wait a lot.
Will I ever be remembered or always be forgot.
My face lights up to the sound of a voice;
the others say I have no choice.
All I want is to be held in loving warm arms.
I try to work some baby charms,
but nobody listens, nobody cares,
nobody helps, nobody shares.
Will somebody take me and love me forever?
Will it ever happen or never?
I am a child,
calm but wild.
I am a sleeper,
kind of a weeper.
I am a sitter and waiter,
a lover and a hater.
A little tiny one wishing for more,
waiting to do a chore,
to help me stay aware.
I’m full of worry and scare,
I am an orphan.