The foundling..

poem by: Frank Hornby .
Written on Feb 14, 2017

"A desperate young mother, pain etched upon her sad face,
leaves a tiny little bundle in a leafy hiding place.
With a sadness in her heart, and sorrow in her eyes,
she abandons her helpless baby, in a cold damp undergrowth he lies,
What are her reasons, to abandon her infant son?
Why is she so desperate? ....Has all her hope gone?
The poor little foundling, he will never understand why?
Didn't his mother really want him? did she really leave him to die?
Happily he has now been adopted, by a loving new mum, and dad,
with a future now looking rosy, .....a lucky little lad."

 

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Christopher Russon commented:
This sadly happens a lot its one of those unexplained things.Lovely poem Frank.
Frank Hornby . commented:
Thanks Chris......this happened in my area a few years ago....I hope that little boy never finds the truth....but he's going to ask one day.....
Maria Williams commented:
The despair and sadness so prevalent in this poem, which you've captured so well. Outstanding.
Frank Hornby . commented:
Thank you Maria.....I can only imagine.........he must be about six now...still an innocent little boy....a lucky little boy..
Cecilia Crasto commented on Nov 03, 2017 at 10:01pm
An emotional poem Frank, young mothers sometimes don't have the support that is needed and are vulnerable and incapable of making decisions or seeking the help that is available to them~a poignant write my friend.
Frank Hornby . commented on Nov 05, 2017 at 7:11pm
Thanks Cecilia.....I can only imagine the despair a poor mother feels when she leaves her baby, and walks away.....very sad...
Dinesh Chauhan commented on Feb 03, 2018 at 6:59am
nice one
Dinesh Chauhan commented on Feb 05, 2018 at 7:11am
really enjoyed it
Fadrian Bartley commented on Feb 06, 2018 at 2:20pm
this is a good poem thanks
Frank Hornby . commented on Feb 25, 2018 at 12:53pm
Dinesh, Fadrian.......thanks for reading, and comments,,,,,👍🏻✌🏻....

 

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