#WritcoPoemChallenge

Those sweet charming little faces,
defines only innocence.

Longing for Love with glad,
Yet no one there to call Mom and Dad.

Thoughts of being wrapped around,
Larger and stronger hands, still no one found.

Craving to be fed with love full lump of feed,
the sip given at hick up has unaffordable price indeed.

Not one is near when they fell ill,
to soothe...