BROKEN ARMED BABY
?

i am a broken armed baby
on a forgotten window sill
left in some cabin in the woods
forever will i wait there still

next to my broken armed brother
and sister with broken armed doll
we sit looking out this window
we are waiting for you to call

but when you do return to us
our backs are turned from the window
we silently watch as you move
and we see what you dare not show

i am a broken armed baby
how i want to see something new
i missed the broken armed buddha
just sitting here waiting for you

broken sister, broken brother
we'll never be broken apart
and we will stay here forever
lost arms embrace this broken heart

©Copyright 2003 Sheila Cook.