The Orphan Girl
by Nithya Godahewa, age 10

The Orphan Girl

Here at the orphanage, every day,
The people would talk and the children would play

But not the raven-haired girl,
With a necklace of pearl

Every night some children will dance,
But not the raven-haired girl, who stayed in a trance

She stays at her table, from dusk till dawn,
She wears a face sad and forlorn

Some sort of joy we tried to find,
But there was none in her depressed mind

We have tried time and time again to find her name,
But every time we asked, she'd just hang her head in shame

Then one day she stayed for a week and more,
Weeping, till she was no more

Although her name we could not find,
We all knew she was one of a kind.