Trying Times
Oh, the trying times of an orphan named Mary
life was less than pleasant
and frequently scary
She’d go begging for food
from door to door
always upon always wanting more
Her mother was dead when she turned three
her father dissapeared at six
so Mary went to live with her blind aunt Nan
who made her living by cleaning cans
and Mary got what was left
which was nothing but rot
So Mary tried to go to work
to see if anything would work
No on wanted an 8 year old little girl
for a garbage collector
"Too heavy for you" they would say
"we’ll get someone else"
So often Mary was left out in the cold
often wishing that she were old
She only wanted enough money
to live on more than stale bread
and crackers
The darkness chased her eight
years and hid them away
No one wanted a dirty little orphan
who couldn’t even dance for her supper
Her poverty was an illusion to the
world who ignored her cries for help
and kept buying Wonder Bread
for their fat rich sons
She was chased by a dog more
than once and hid away in small
places where no one but God could her
her cries
She was scared of shadows
she was scared of the moon
and the little room her aunt had for her
Her only friend was her teddy bear
-she called him happy because he
made her so
These are trying she told Happy
and I don’t what to do
so she held Happy and fell asleep
and dreamt about a happy place
where all little boys and girls
have parents who are waiting
for them with a hug inside a happy
home where they eat strawberries
and cream and don’t have to sell
cans on the street and steal
newspapers for people who want them,
and beg for food at grocery stores
It seems like a nice place to live
she thought as a smile crossed over
her lips
That’s how she was found the next day
- with a smile on her lips, and
all wrapped up in newspaper and
clutching onto Happy with her stiff
arms.
But she wasn’t there anymore
God had rescued her from her
trying times, and was there to greet
her at the door of her new home
-he looked just like a big teddy bear.