Their voices still echo in the halls;
“Come, little ones, it is time for a meal!”
Boys, rush to put away their basketballs;
girls, stop playing tag, no more squeals.
Too many children, not enough homes;
they waited, with no choice, but to stay.
Some were adopted, others, left to roam;
hoping for parents, each and every day.
Lost in the system, time passed them by;
growing up in an orphanage, no one to love.
No kisses for booboos, or when they cried;
love is all they wanted, what they dreamed of.
Sadness lingers, it is imprinted in rooms;
haunting the home, with whispers and tears.
It sits on a hill, in grandeur and gloom;
ghostly children still play, after all of these years.
© Debra McLain
Excerpt from the book “Silhouettes Of My Soul”
About the Author
Debra McLain resides in California. She is mother to two daughters and three granddaughters. She works in agriculture, although her passion is in writing. Her dream is to publish a best seller regarding her twenty-eight year battle with an eating disorder and the spiritual awakening that followed.
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