Wendy wondered.
Wendy waited for someone to come,
But no one did.
Her aunt, promised
She'd be taken in,
Cared for, loved,
Promised her.
But no one came.
She stood outside
The orphanage
Ready and willing,
The day dull,
The wind chilling,
But no sign of anyone.
Wendy sighed.
She knew this might happen,
Knew that promises
Were seldom kept,
That they were just false coinage
In the purse of her heart.
All dressed up
And clean faced,
Hair brushed so,
Teeth brushed,
A smile ready
To show
If some one turned up.
She gazed up the road,
No one in sight,
Not a sign.
She'd been waiting
Since half past nine.
Her heart sank,
Her eyes began to glass,
Her lips trembled,
Her fingers fiddled
With buttons on her coat.
There was no one
Except a frightened frog
In her tiny throat.


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Marilyn
This poem brought a tear to my eyes.
Her windows, her rooms