A Family Of Her Own Poem by Richard D Remler

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Vesta, poor Vesta
She feels so alone -
Hasn't a family
She can call her own.
She's been hoping
And waiting
Since she was
Wee high,
But, oh, how quickly
Time flickers on by.
Because nobody seems to
Want a little girl like her,
And they shuffle on by
Like the wisp of a blur.
Must she wait forever,
Til she is all grown,
To find her a family
She can call her own?


Copyright © MMXIII Richard D. Remler