the child who

The child who is different.

The child who knows what is coming.

Did it hurt?

I didn't cry.

The child who,

Bothersome and difficult,

Rich mother, poor daughter.

Are you really not lonely?

Migratory birds never get lost.

Over cold oceans they fly.

Shall we go there to see

If the birds got home safely?

Some people say keep praying.

One god might be listening.

My god will be a bird singing,

Come away, human child.