THE ORPHANAGE.....

poem by: Frank Hornby .
Written on Oct 21, 2017

"I really don't like it in here, what wrongs could I have possibly done?
I wonder if this is the "naughty boys home," for giving cheek to my poor mum.
I really don't like it in here, why do I have to stay?
I'm sure, if I climb through that bin hole in the yard wall,
then I could easily slip away,
but I'm too scared to escape from this horrible place,
all I can see is railway track, and I wonder where my little brother is?
Oh well, I suppose I will have to go back.
I was just a toddler at seven years old, our Mike was only two,
it was a very scary time for me, but there was nothing I could do.
Lying in the dark, the very first night, too afraid to even speak,
a little orphan girl, quietly crept up to my bed, and gently kissed my tear stained cheek.
Fazakerley Cottage Homes, ten long days against my will,
just because Mum was having another baby, 
who tuned out to be my little brother Bill."

 

Tags: Pain, Scary, Confused, Sad, Fear,

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Frank Hornby . commented on Oct 21, 2017 at 1:27pm
I thought that I'd been given away........
Christopher Russon commented on Oct 21, 2017 at 2:44pm
In those days when children asked now Quistions.Nice poem .
Cecilia Crasto commented on Oct 22, 2017 at 10:07pm
You poured your heart and soul into this you poor little thing, life can be difficult for some but at least baby Bill was there, like the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow~beautiful.
Frank Hornby . commented on Oct 23, 2017 at 12:04pm
Hahaha....thanks Cecilia...haha..."Poor little thing,"....I'm 68 yrs old!...haha..but I know what you mean ..I was a skinny little thing back in 1956...in those days women had to stay in hospital for ten days after giving birth...now women give birth "on the hoof,"..and are lucky if they stay in for 1 day!.....it might sound hard to believe..but most of my memories are really good ones...Thanks again Cecilia..have a lovely day down there in Australia...
D'Vina Dietrich commented on Oct 25, 2017 at 4:48pm
Wow. I could feel your emotions through this. You are such a great writer!
Frank Hornby . commented on Oct 25, 2017 at 6:04pm
Thank you so much D'Vina.....so kind....you are right, i do get emotional when I think back to that time of my life....it is so vivid in my memory.....
Janet Vick commented on Nov 20, 2017 at 11:15am
A very emotional read and I can't imagine not being with my family while growing. Times have certainly changed and I for one am very grateful. Have a blessed day. Janet
Allan P Stevens commented on Nov 20, 2017 at 4:24pm
Excellent poem, really captures the thoughts that go through a young mind. Imagine what the long term kids must think.
Frank Hornby . commented on Dec 21, 2017 at 4:57pm
Thanks for your nice comment Allan....I only found out that it was an orphanage many years later.....breaks my heart when I think of them little kids.............and I thought I was hard done by...........A Merry Christmas to you all...☃️....
Misti D Lovelace commented on Nov 18, 2018 at 12:57am
Heart felt, sad, sweet, with a great end! I love it, nice quick read!
Frank Hornby . commented on Nov 18, 2018 at 9:58am
Thanks Misti....great end?....what did I want with another little brother!!?.....hahaha (jokin' )....thank again for your comment....
A previous user commented on Nov 29, 2018 at 11:14pm
I'm glad you weren't given away Frank. I remember when my mum used to leave me at home to go to night school and I'd sit at the window watching her leave in the rain and thinking that she was never coming back. It can be scary for a kid that young.
D'Vina Dietrich commented on Jun 19, 2021 at 3:27am
Love this.
Frank Hornby . commented on Jun 19, 2021 at 7:40am
Thanks for your lovely comment D'Vina, I really appreciate it...✌🏻

 

 

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