The title is a biblical verse:
Exodus 22
22 You shall not mistreat any widow or fatherless child.
23 If you do mistreat them, and they cry out to me, I will surely hear their cry,
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Text:
Exodus 22:22-23
I was born and raised
in the neighborhood
of 48th St. and First Ave.
Guttersnipe some
called me--but I
was no delicate bird.
When Mama died, and
Papa was worse than dead,
I was herded onto a train.
By all accounts, a fatherless child.
Claimed at the first stop
I learned a full mouth
of teeth would be what
"They" found most
appealing. "They" are
the folks I live with.
By live I mean work.
By work I mean all day,
every day, except Sunday.
On Sunday, I am a child of God.
I would be saved through
work and prayer. I was honest
at work, but, at prayer...
Still, the food is good.
There is always enough.
And I have two new teeth!
Lord knows, I have no reason to cry.
Iowa Public Television has a series of short videos taken from their documentary, "The West by Orphan Train." The following is one example:
Learn more about the film and the orphan trains, visit http://westbyorphantrain.com/.
Please visit Michelle at Today's Little Ditty for the Round-Up of this week's poetry links.
Wonderful poem! That event really amazes me.
ReplyDeleteAnd so complex, too. Rounding up the children, making arrangements with towns to accept them, putting them on trains, etc.
DeleteYou have such a beautiful poetic voice, Diane. But what a sad scenario that video portrays.
ReplyDeleteThe complete film, too, is overwhelmingly sad, but there were some successful placements.
DeleteVery moving, Diane - you have such a gift for these kinds of poems, and illustrations too. Thanks for sharing the video. The complexity of these kinds of issues - the imperfection of solutions and yet the heart of those who tackle suffering - rings through it.
ReplyDeleteIt's always a fine line between helping and hindering.
DeleteI'm glad to see another idea for a poem about this picture, Diane. Sad to think of those children, surviving as best they could, in the city and in those new homes, often not a good change after all. A relative of a relative was one of those children, and I talked with her a long time ago. She was terrified she told me, but did "land" in a better home than most, grew up to have a good marriage and children, one of whom married a cousin. Thanks for giving sympathy to those children in your poem.
ReplyDeleteThanks for the original inspiration picture, Linda! And how interesting about your connection to one of the children.
DeleteWhat a poem, Diane! I envy the skillful way you're able to pull story out of a picture, a video, a piece of art. Like Robyn said, it's a gift.
ReplyDeleteNot so much a gift as an active imagination!
DeleteThere have been incredibly difficult times in the past. Sometimes I wonder how we would handle similar situations today. I loved this piece.
ReplyDeleteInteresting thought, Donna, how would we handle street kids today?
DeleteI echo what others have said -- what a beautiful job you did of carving out a story from the drawing. Such a sad subject. Love your graphic presentation as always. :)
ReplyDeleteThanks, Jama. It was fun looking for items to use--that newspaper ad was perfect. Yay, Wikimedia!
DeleteFascinating, Diane. The reality is, for most kids, it was being motherless that really sets kids adrift. So many kids are already without their dads.
ReplyDeleteSo sad.
DeleteSo sad to consider what some children had to go through years ago..yet here in the 21st century, and many still don't have it any better.
ReplyDeleteI did a little reading and it seems that drug addiction was also a problem in the cities in the early 20th century. The more things change, the more they stay the same.
DeleteWhat a powerful voice, and oh what a sad reality for so many little ones.
ReplyDeleteThat little girl of my imagination spoke to me, and, I have no doubt her pluckiness would save her.
DeleteYour poem really took me right there, Diane. I have so many questions about this poor child.
ReplyDeleteI have a feeling she found some happiness not long after this. At heart I'm a glass half-full type of gal.
DeleteFascinating blog as usual, Diane. I have always been intrigued by the orphan train story. You connected ideas that I would have never thought of so beautifully. I am going to share your blog with teachers in my PD series so they can see how to weave ideas together with thoughtful intent.
ReplyDeleteI'm a curious person, so I'm always trying to satisfy my curiosity, rather than being thoughtfully intentional. I hope, however, sharing my post with teachers will be of use.
DeleteThat line, "And I have two new teeth!" breaks my heart. Such young children working 6 days a week.
ReplyDeleteOh, Mary Lee, the stories of what children endured before child labor laws were enacted would curl your hair. Kids on farms never received all the protections factory workers did, so, for those orphans who were selected because additional "help" was needed on farms were not always treated well. It really is heartbreaking.
DeleteVery moving poem Diane, I appreciated it when it was posted on Laura's site, and again here. The video you shared adds an extra layer of depth to it too, thanks for sharing it with us. Seems like we could use a better place for young boys and girls still today.
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