Orphans! 

I was just a little child when I first fell on my ankles,  

Crying and crying, tears flooding my eyes.  

Then, loving hands surrounded me,  

Caressing away my worries,  

And I was comforted.  

I grew into a dicey youth,  

Falling many times in my innocence.  

A few were there to gently lift me,  

Rolling me back into my ebullient self.  

Years passed...  

And once again, I fell—  

This time into the gloom of quarantine.  

I lamented and growled,  

Never finding anyone to offer me a sigh of relief.  

Yet, every time I fell,  

Every time a child cried,  

Scared and searching,  

I longed to find warmth beside me!