Tell me again, mamma

how the world is more kind than cruel.


Tell me again, mamma

how you found me on a cold December night.


Tell me again, mamma

how you said, "there, there it's alright."


Tell me – tell me, please? How cold was I?

How alone?


Left behind in a cardboard box Christmas night. They said

I chewed, and cried, and was too much trouble and could not

stay.


Tell me why? I promise I won't forget; the world is more kind

than cruel.


I found my home, so it must be true.


Tell me again, mamma

how I found you.