The shiny new pram <br />was screaming <br />at the top <br />of its lungs. <br /> <br />The young girl <br />in charge <br />(odd these days to see a mum under twenty) <br />seemed unconcerned <br />as she scanned the shelves - <br />IPod in ear, <br />face miles away. <br /> <br />I peeped under the cover. <br />A pair of pale blue legs <br />kicked frantically, <br />a tear-stained face, <br />contorted with despair. <br /> <br />As the young girl <br />left the checkout, <br />I wondered how long <br />It would be <br />before she’d notice <br />and pick up the poor little mite.<br /><br />Alison Cassidy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/neglect-8/
