Tiny hands grasping tightly to the fence <br />Lost forlorn brown eyes staring, <br />A pathetic figure torn by life <br />And she's only three years old. <br /> <br />In the distance a young nanny stands <br />Talking to her friends. <br />No time, no love for this frail child <br />And she's only three years old. <br /> <br />Mother left this morning in a rush, <br />She was late, never said goodbye - <br />Daddy went away a year ago, <br />And she's only three years old. <br /> <br />A sparkling tear trickles down her cheek, <br />And splashes on her bare feet, <br />There's a little ache in her heart <br />And she's only three years old. <br /> <br />Tonight Mother will be going out, <br />A cocktail party or the cinema, <br />A little soul alone and forgotten <br />And she's only three years old. <br /> <br />Rain starts to patter down <br />Still she is there, getting soaking wet, <br />The tears and rain blending in sadness, <br />And she's only three years old <br /> <br />No laughter in her young heart <br />She is hungry but they've forgotten. <br />She shivers in the cold <br />And she's only three years old. <br /> <br />A kindly word, an affectionate kiss, <br />Goodnight! Goodbye! and a little time, <br />But how can she tell them? <br />She's only three years old.<br /><br />St.Claire Redwood<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/she-s-only-three-years-old/
