REJECTION
She tried her best to have dinner all ready
She was home first, wanted to please everybody,
A look of surprise on her mother’s pretty face
Gave her some hope that she was not a disgrace.

The potatoes aren’t salted, the gray’s too thin,
And you should have waited until dad gets in,
The cutlery’s all streaky that won’t do at all,
She swallowed hard hoping tears wouldn’t fall.

She went to her bedroom and curled up in a ball,
Whatever she tried to do was no good at all,
In the eyes of her family, the ones she loved most,
She was a nobody, a nothing, worse that a ghost.

If she were to pack all her things and wander away,
No one would miss her for at least a whole day,
She took her piggy bank, there was not much in there,
But at that very moment she just did not even care.

They found her five days later many miles from home,
She had managed on her little money a long way to roam,
Her suit case still clutched in one hand, a toy in the other,
She had been hit by a speeding car and would recover.

So parents stop and think what you say to a child
Who tried hard and has a tender heart so mild,
Don’t drive them away by your thoughtless ways,
For you never know how long are their sweet days.

M Ann Margetson April 14, 2002