Where is the Love?

She sits at her desk

Head on folded arms

Escape in school

From home-life harm.

Hunger gnaws at her belly

Tiredness in her bones

Where is parental love

And care?

She gazes at happy children

And wonders

Where is her chance?


Sends her for toast.

One need met.

Tries to build confidence



She heads home

To neglect.


Monitors closely.

Where is the love?


2 thoughts on “Where is the Love?”

    1. Thanks. I still love my job even after thirty years. It just seems to be that there is more and more of this kind of thing in evidence. I really don’t recollect so much of it in the past.x


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