Travis

** Travis is a baby I take care of at an orphanage. This is a poem to him. **

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11 months ago your mother left you,
I understand how you feel,
As my mother left me as well.
You don't understand anything just yet.
You're so young so small with so much love.

She left you an orphan,
And you can't bare,
Yet you smile, you laugh and you play with my hair.
Every time I come see you,
You jump up and down.
As If I'm the only person whose worth to love around.
I take care of you and treat you as my own.

Even though I'm young you are like my son.
You are still a baby, the cutest of all,
I can't see why she would leave you
All wrapped up in a ball.
You call me "Ma, ma"
Even though you don't know,
I wish I could tell you
And say everything you need to know.
But you are young,
A baby, the cutest of all.

I am jealous of the fact that you smile,
You laugh and play around,
Though your mother isn't here.
Maybe it's because you don't understand,
Or don't know anything else besides what's here.
You shall be in my heart as I am in yours.
You might not remember me once you leave.
But you will remember the love you have from me.
So Baby Travis, as you stare up at me.
Know that I love you, and that shall always, always be.