May 9/07

if you believe something, why can't it be real,
your tears run down the side of your face,
scared,
pained, bruised and broken.
scramble for the last scraps of food.
the night gets colder.
you pull your jacket tighter,
curse the frigid weather,
you're alone,
forgotten,
lost and unwanted.
no family for Christmas,
no turkey
and mashed potatoes
forget the eggnog.