Poor Children

Poor Children

I wonder just how neglected
You tinny ones are
Are you truly rejected
Left wishing on a star

Look at your home
Doesn’t your mom own a broom
Do you feel alone
Is your life filled with doom

Does your mom hold you tight
Does she play with you
Or help them say their prayers at night
Do you think her love is true

Is her heart as cold
As the house where you live
Is she too bold
What more can Mom give

These are the silent things
I feel other say
The words always sting
I do help them pray

I hold them tight
And love them too
They sleep at night
Knowing my love is true

I do own a broom
Yet my house is a mess
I sometimes feel the groom
And my children’s stress

I do it alone
But I feel that I fail
I hope you are strong
And your heart to take sail

If they would look in
Would they think that you are well
Would they see my love within
Or think you’re in hell

I do the best I can
Loving you and holding you tight
By you side I stand
Both day and every night