Foster Care Poems | Examples
These Foster Care poems are examples of Care poems about Foster. These are the best examples of Care Foster poems written by international poets.
You don't need a baby in your tummy
To be labeled as a mommy
As long as you give a child
Love to last them quite a while
You can be an aunt that shares
Laughter that dries all sad tears
Sharing smiles every day
Keeping the dark clouds away
A godmother full of love
That will always push and shove
Away the dangers in the night
That can cause a scary fright
A new stepmother who will be
Part of a loving family
Promising to be there
When you need guidance and care
A foster mom who wants to make
A lonely child's bad heartache
Go away and stop forever
By signing an adoption letter
Look around and you will see
Mom types living differently
But the same in many forms
Keeping children safe and warm
In the late hours, you remain aware,
I directed my eyes out of the lame glare.
When you scoop your most clear hand,
This guided me through the rugged land.
You read each title on the child’s skimming,
And all that pain caused you some miming
Kudos for taking on a load of my pity,
During both fine and dire times, echoing ditty.
She is my other mother and first wife,
The guardian’s angle secured the baby's life.
From once-ill, now-maturity childlike people,
The nanny lets your silly book be as a foster.
Bliss, I pray that all readers will be blessed,
In times of need, a dear carer may be best.
Every youngster memorized my poems,
As in a warm, cozy child's room, I know him.
They heeded this as gently as possible,
This made my youth halcyon and sensible.
Written: October 17, 2022
For this short time,
We had found our lives,
Because the council had tried to compromise.
The payed for our B ‘n’ B,
In the centre of Bournemouth,
Right by the sea,
The days began to deteriorate,
Just like my moms weight.
As did her money, her energy and her hope,
These responsibilities became too much to cope.
On the 26th of the month,
2 ladies came over to say,
That they were going to take us away.
The tears on her cheeks,
As the car drove away.
“Just for a few weeks”
Is what my mom used to say.
Dedicated to a special boy who was my foster brother for a while.
Bitter Sweet
Our memories are locked inside my chest,
Just knowing you, I am extremely blessed.
When you entered my life, you made your mark,
Your presence filled our house, long after dark,
You're not a sibling, but you’re more than a friend,
I'm so grateful for you, one can't comprehend.
Your voice would brighten everyone's day,
With a ‘Hey’, you greeted people on the way,
The most special moments, were unplanned,
Like a nighttime hug, or when you held my hand,
I loved the way you made us so happy,
I loved every moment, even changing your nappy.
Thanks for the memories you left in my heart,
Saying goodbye to you, was the hardest part,
Which is why, I love seeing you once in a while,
Just hearing your voice makes me smile,
I was sad when you left, but I know you haven't gone,
You have just moved home, to where you belong.
There are holes in my heart with liquid love running through
I can't save it from flowing or keep it for you
It's not that I'm selfish you know that to be true
I have been turned away too many times
And the damage that I hold close is a lifetime
That cripples all that I do for a very long time
Your love and your kindness you've given to me
I want it and need it but can't let you see
That I don't have the power to keep it for me
So hold me and keep me, someday I'll come through
When I have the wellness and strength to make me brand new
Mending holes in my heart to give my love back to you
old blue old yellow
last pair again no chicks hatch
foster parents work
This refers to a successful non-extinction story. Back in the 70's our black
robin population was down to 7, then the last breeding pair left. Named old blue, yellow after their leg tags. Each breeding season there were eggs but
no chicks hatched. Finally a conservation worker had the idea to foster the eggs to another species. With awesome success. There are now at least 250,
in the black robin population now.
Foster child, unworthy of love,
Unknown in last six placements,
Unavailable, unresponsive, unobtainable,
Unadoptable and possibly un-foster-able also.
Foster child, must show strength,
Show he is tough, show he is the boss,
The king somewhere, the one to respect,
Although he cannot show any to others.
Foster child, cornered, caged, sent from here to there,
With a garbage bag full of belongings,
Unlovable, unattainable, unavailable, unadoptable.
Unwelcome in the world, hiding from the ones who care, shunning them.
Foster child, makes the loudest noises, hits the hardest, shows he is tough,
A protective shell he keeps close to his heart, to surround it from the others.
A protective shell he uses as an armor to help him remember he has to get back to his mother,
The woman who chose a stepfather over her child, a mother who said he was garbage.
A woman so completely unworthy of her child’s love, and yet, the only love he wants, his mother’s love.
So much pain, hiding from those who care.
Scared to show himself, foster child.
Written 8-3-2018 Entered: August 2018 Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Children placed in foster homes are
swiftly shuffled from heart to heart.
Breaking links in a chain of love;
goodbye; precedes every new start.
Wary eyes scan every fresh face,
trying to catch a glimpse of hope.
But intolerance and half-truths;
aggravates their plight, so they cope.
Love sounds like an empty promise;
delivered by a silver tongue.
For it's either misunderstood,
or disbelieved in hearts so young.
They've been suckled on hope and fear,
feelings felt from an early age.
And on realizing their fate,
they oft succumb to inner rage.
They remain undesirable
right up to their eighteenth birthday.
Upon which; labeled a burden,
they are abruptly sent away.
I onced met a guy who helped me through everything
next thing you know Im an emotional person who just came out foster care
he was one who I was closest to more than anyone
he was my boyfriend onced and because my emotions where to much he decided
to be my friend only ,he says lets start as a new beginning it hurts but he has
told me that his not interested in no one for about 5 years from now but still
wants to talk to me. WHAT DOES THAT MEAN ? ived become in a situation
where he could of left like 3 to 6 times (nOT cheating) but its towards my
emotion problems WHAT DOES THAT MEAN ? he still here WHAT DOES THAT
MEAN ?
Why hasn't she called?
It's been almost a year.
Does she not care anymore?
Is she that ashamed of me?
It hurts day after day,
More and more.
I just want her to show that she cares,
But most of all I just wish she would be my mom again.
If she would just tell me she doesn't want me in her life,
Then why doesn't she just say it.
Why does she make things so difficult?
Why does she constantly hurt me?
Can she not see what she's doing to me.
She left me and threw me out,
I was young and didn't know what to do.
She told the police she didn't want me,
And she doesn't care for me.
So they stuck me in foster care.
Why? Why would she do that?
I'm not that bad of a kid.
I've never done drugs,
Not once.
I've always gotten good grades,
And did amazing in sports.
But you didn't care,
You threw my life away,
All for one man.
Foster children move from place to place,
with memories that walk the night alone.
Nor is the love their's that they must embrace,
Yet most survive with a paculiar grace.
Even though their hearts turn to stone
as they move from place to place,
Perhaps within themselves, they find a space,
To furnish as they would a mobile home.
Finding scraps of things they can embrace,
A memory like some much fingered-lace.
Thoughts and reams that only they've known,
Moving as they do from place to place.
Their chilohood impossible to trace,
In the years of yearning after they've grown,
Filled with love they've chosen to embrace,
yet with their losses etched upon their face,
Pain for which no penance can atone.
How can they move and move frome place to place,
Surrendering their love they must embrace?
I am in foster care
It's like i was assign to a dare
being in foster care is not fair
i am always left out and i cry not doubt
people laugh at me and now i am starting to see
that being in foster care just was not ment to be
i pack my bags
i hit the road
while carrying a big load
but then i realize they would be sad
so i go back and find out there not mad
they say they love me but do as you will
so i think to myself should i go over that hill
i tell them i will stay
then come what may
as i sit at the bay
i start to say
they love me so much why give it all away
so now i am here to stay
my foster family and me
and now i see that it was ment to be