Lonely
Old Child
She
stands there, watching in the wings
Her
limbs long and gangly like a new born colt
Eyes
are dark and wide like those of a fawn
Clinging
with one hand to the twigs of a bush
Hidden
partly by the dense dark leaves
Head
bowed watching and waiting
Almost
willing the others to see her
Yet
still wishing to remain hidden
Wanting
to play ball with them
But
too scared and shy to join in
Totally
unaware that she is being watched
Silently
wanting to be part of the group
The
other children oblivious to their audience
Play
noisily in the shade, splashing in the pool
Their
chatter a stark contrast to this one
This
young seemingly lost soul so sad and alone
Then,
the harsh voice of the grandmother
Calls
the girl to her side to do her bidding
The
moment is gone, the child turns away
Sadness
etched on her pretty gaunt face
No
play, nor toys, games are not for her
Her
life lies in caring for the old woman
Fetching
and carrying, providing company
Being
there to cater to her every need
Young
caring for old, this lonely old child