Lonely Little Girl

Poem By Kateh Shirk

There was a little fourth grade girl
Roaming aimlessly, alone, looking for a friend
when she had none, looking around...
She moved from the swings to the basket ball court to the jungle gym to the eagle's nest on the playground.
'Can I play too? ' she would ask some girls skipping double dutch ropes.
'No, you can't! ' they would snidely reply just to dash her hopes.

The same girl is moving on into middle school,
and she's looking for a table at lunch.
She observed the other kids from a distance and had a hunch.
About what, she only knew that she'd be rejected.
She walked to a table of kids from one of her cless and asked, 'May I sit here? '
'No, you can't, ' they sneered.
She moved one, sadly sighing,
and silently crying.

Now in high school, she hid behind the bleachers in gym class crying to herself in her lonely misory.
The silent tears just kept coming, showing her sorrow so clearly.
Another girl found her and spoke sweet words and asked,
'Do you need a friend? I can be your friend.'
The sobbing girl sniffed and replied, 'Yes, you can, ' and took her hand.
That's the day the sadness died.
She no longer hid somewhere and cried.
Someone outside of her family actually cared about that girl.
And she cared enough to help enough to help that girl face the world.

Comments about Lonely Little Girl

This is a sad story which happens too often. Other children can be horrible to the kind ones. Keep writing and feeling for others..you express well. Thank you. I have several you might enjoy 'Little One, Little Voice' and others...


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