In a dark corner
of an alley
A small bundle
curled up frigidly

Passersby
dared not look
In a hurry
they intentionally overlook

The small bundle
was shaking
Damp cold seeped through her Meager clothing

As she looked up
from her small corner
A passerby
suddenly stopped in front of her

An old lady
had to cover her mouth from shock
Here was the child
her daughter had born out-of-wedlock

An uncanny
resemblance she recognized
Same facial expression
she realized

She found out
her daughter died from winter frost
Their landlady
drove away the child and got lost

Here was
the redemption she was waiting for
For casting away
her daughter out of the mansion door

She took in
the child at the mansion
Showered her
with love and affection.

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