She peeped out of the car; and wished she could play in the sun
Temple visits were so boring; a place you could never have fun.
She saw a lump by the shoe stand; a bundle of blankets entwined
Curiosity got the better of her; the bundle plagued her mind.
She stood by her mother and tried to pray; but her thoughts kept darting back
Were they goodies or toys in there; or just a boring empty sack?
She slipped out quietly; against the priest’s dizzying chants
It was a chilly day in December; she shivered in her sweater and pants.
She tiptoed to the blanket; and poked it with a stick
Imagine her fright when she saw; how the bundle jiggled a bit.
Surreptitiously she looked around; and carefully pulled an edge off
A small nose jutted out; with pudgy lil’ fingers so soft.
“It’s a baby!” she exclaimed; But what was it doing alone?
No sight of a searching face; to soothe it’s aching moan.
Cross-legged she sat on the ground; with the bundle in her lap
“Has anyone lost a baby?”; She wrote on a paper scrap.
They sat there for a while; waiting for a helping hand
Passersby ignored the odd pair; But she didn’t seem to mind.
Parents finished the temple offerings; and what a sight their eyes met
Their little girl with a baby on her lap; what had transpired they could not get.
Explanations were given to all; an orphanage was then found
They had left the baby in able hands; of this the parents were proud.
She walked out with deliberate steps; turning back again and again
Thinking “When I went to school for the first time, did mummy feel the same pain?
She wished she could somehow help; Have a baby brother for life
But there wasn’t much she could do; For she was only five.