A street
Illuminated
With the futile efforts
Of the weary yellow light
Looked up at the sky
As water crawled down the window
Casting feeble shadows
Upon a newborn child
Pink as a rosebud
Hair so sparse
Almost golden with a tinge of crimson
Who wasn't aware
And didnt care
Of the worldly pleasures
And the hidden treasures.
The childless nurse
Smiled upon each one
As her own
Her warmth
Her motherly warmth
Only melted cold the tragedies
That came with each orphan