Mary Lorraine Danroth
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MARY LORRAINE DANROTH
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A FOUNDLING A FOUNDLING LOOKING FOR HOME WANDERS THROUGH DARKNESS AND TRAVELS ALONE A baby Unwanted Unloved and unblessed Left on a doorstep An unbidden guest A shivering shadow A child with no name Severed Surrendered Sinking in pain Conceived in the gale of a ruinous storm Partially killed, partially born Abandoned, abandoned, falling through space With nobody's eyes and nobody's face A foundling A child disconnected who no longer cries With a prisoners stare and an orphans eyes A free floating phantom held together by skin A small helpless stranger, a sigh in the wind Washed into this world in fever and flood Tears remorse, sorrow and blood Abandoned, abandoned left at the gate Cut loose un-tethered tattooed by fate A Foundling. I learned something new today... My Great Great Great Great Grandfather may have been a foundling... Makes a whole lot of sense to me... But I do still have to connect the dots... There are a ton of DNA matches that I have to connect to the Family Tree.
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