Where is my Mother?

What went wrong?
How did I get here?
I don't belong here,
Where is my mother?


This is not my home,
These are not my siblings,
And these are not my clothes.
Where is my mother?


I do not recognize anyone,
I do not know these new smells,
Or the taste of this new food.
Where is my mother?


What did I do wrong?
Was it something I said?
Am I not important?
Where is my mother?


She doesn't want me,
She doesn't need me?
What is wrong with me?
Where is my mother?


The people are new here,
They are kind and friendly,
But I am so confused...
Where is my mother?


I wrote this in honor of a new child at BG who is just not adjusting well. He is deeply troubled for a child as young as he is and I am worried about him. I did find a game he liked today and saw his smile for the first time today (other volunteers may have seen it already but it was my first one), but it has been over a month since he came and he is very sad. I will never know what is going through his head, but I feel like God gave me those words so I can ponder it more and really reach out to this little child.