by James Eaton
We left the street one summers day,
Saw the children out at play,
Some of them they called to us,
We never spoke , just took the bus,
Away from such a happy street,
Where smiles were all you'd ever meet,
It broke our hearts to go away,
No children holding hands to say,
Can we go back please? Mum and dad?
From children that we never had.
Last updated September 25, 2015