You looked so sad when you came to us,
From a land so faraway.
You left your friends, your favourite foods,
The language that you spoke so well.
But you came to us with a lovely smile,
A beautiful dress, and a small soft voice,
Sometimes I know you felt so lost,
In the street of unfriendly noise.
And your mother smiled too,
She couldn’t say much.
But I didn’t need words to speak to you,
I knew from your smile
And the touch of your hand,
That we wouldn’t be strangers
… for long.