LITTLE WAIF

Hazel Hollander was my grandmother. She loved to write poetry and would publish her poems in the local new paper “The Framingham News” in Massachusetts. Little Waif is one of her works.

LITTLE WAIF

 

By

 

Hazel J. Hollander  

 

A poor little waif was trodding alone. 

More wondrous eyes have never shown.  

She had no shoes, just her little bare feet. 

And a tattered dress, though she looked so sweet.  

She seemed to be searching for something she lost. 

Or was it something she never had that caused her to look so lonely and sad? 

I stopped and asked her, dear if you please, what is your name, and where do you go? 

She answered Marie and I really don’t know. 

I’ve searched for a mother, they said I had one but I’ve looked everywhere and have found none. 

Well my dear I’ve been searching too for a baby I’d lost who’d look just like you. 

We’ll live together and be happy, you’ll see. 

Forever and ever for God meant it to be. 

Reviews

[Abderrahmane Dakir]

It's great writing, and deeply feeling for woman, Thank you Paul for these wonderful words.

[Jay]

A sweet fable, and worth sharing.

Thanks to you, and your grandmother

[Paul McCall]

My grandmother would have been so pleased to thank you for your kind words, as I am.