Baby girl

I went the first time. She was tiny and alone.
Her mom had left her. She was sad.
She didn't smile, she didn't laugh.
Why should she?

I went the second time. She was bigger.
Her skin was bad, and her stummic like a ballon.
She was malnourished, sick, and tired.
There is nothing we can do.

I will go one more time.
Too see this baby girl.
Too young to talk,
too weak to walk.
Will she still be there?