Memories of One's Stay At a Children's Home

We were just children of different ages,
From varied places brought on different days  
By the police to that one children’s home.
At first, we did not know each other’s name,
But we soon developed a bond that was
Peculiar to people in the same plight.

We were victims of abuse and neglect
In our own homes by family and kin,
So we chose to run and live on the streets.
We rummaged through garbage for scraps to sell,
At night, in parks or in pavements, we slept 
‘Til the police took us in their mobile.

There were babies, too, who had been disclaimed
In hospitals just after they were born,
By their own mothers--too young or poor,
Or afraid of responsibility.
They occupied one of the building’s wings:
When one cried, the others joined in sympathy. 

We were fed, clothed, and we had warm beds; 
We helped Nanay* cook and prepare our meals 
Tatay* cleaned the halls and kept the garden.
The other staff were very good to us.
Thus, in that place, though momentarily,
We had a semblance of a family.

Sometimes a new child was brought in--frightened,
And shy, till he warmed to our company.
The saddest part was when one had to go--
Released due to overage, or finally
Found by relations, or for adoption.
These goodbyes always brought tears to our eyes.

It was in that children’s home where I learned
Many things about love, loss, life, and pain,
And why it was that the world wasn’t fair,
And why there were those who still remained kind.
I found solace in people I barely knew
And real friendship in an unlikely place.

I can’t help but wonder where they are now;
It’s been one score and ten since my release.
Some names and faces I can still recall
But some have faded with the years that passed.
All I can do is wish them well and pray, 
Like Tiny Tim, “God bless us, everyone!”

*Nanay is a Filipino term for Mother; the male counterpart is Tatay.

April 10, 2023
Lower Fairview, Baguio City
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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Agustin Avatar
April 29, 2023 at 12:48 AM
Thanks for sharing this, Kabayan... I can relate... since I'm a registered social worker, and as well as a Mom in our church orphanage. God bless you.
Delaney Avatar
April 26, 2023 at 5:02 PM
Ryan: Your poem is so touching and your strength and courage show through. So sorry you had to live through times like this but you have proven yourself a survivor. bless you. SuZ
Daniel Avatar
April 10, 2023 at 5:05 AM
A touching narrative, Ryan!
Gasun Avatar
April 9, 2023 at 8:23 PM
A heartfelt poem which tugged my heart dear poet Ryan. You've shared so well your mem'ries, what you've been through in life with your exceptional poetic talent. With this memries, I know God had blessed you more and you'll be blessed more abundantly as days go by and all who're and who've been in that place. Your poem reminded me of my first visit in an orphanage. I was still young that time & I requested for a whole day stay to share my heart. Hope I'll have chance again someday. TYSM.
Gayagay Avatar
April 11, 2023 at 4:47 AM
Thank you, Len. Thank you so much for the kind words. God bless you too!
Gasun Avatar
April 9, 2023 at 8:29 PM
Space to comment more is not enough so, may I continue here: TYSM for this precious gem. I'll fave it and I want to say, thank you so much for sharing your precious gem and exceptional talents. God bless you always and your writings. Hugs
Parker Avatar
April 9, 2023 at 8:12 PM
Touching poem. I can relate because I have a few friends who grew up like that. Always breaks my heart but the strength they had is unbelievable. The way how you expressed this, I felt every word! Everyone needs to read this beautiful but sad poem. Great job Ryan.
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