Some say children should be seen not heard
But out of the mouth of babes poignant words
Kids are often innocent observers who play
Never really know just what they’ll say
Tact they haven’t mastered yet
They don’t mean to make you upset
They ask questions and state their view
Sometimes they bring forth a teal truth
Kids who witness trauma are always affected
Laws in society should help them be protected
So many foster kids need a forever home
Resources for them are needed it’s known
But the people who are supposedly pro life
Don’t often adopt or foster or even try
To make these kids feel loved not alone
It’s not their fault they have been wronged
Kids are little people with ideas and dreams
As they grow it’s important we meet kids needs
Still Growing
seventy-three and one-half years young
can’t forget the half-don’t want to appear
younger than I actually am
seems like yesterday I was living in
a foster home and working on the farm
and that was fifty-six years ago
my biggest regret was all the
potential friendships I destroyed
because I was an angry person. I
came from a dysfunctional home
where every form of abuse was acceptable
I had PTSD of a sort so the shrink said
which stunted my social skills
my biggest triumph was accepting
Jesus has my savior. I have slowly learned
to forgive others and just as importantly myself
it has been a life long process and my transformation
is not totally finished but I am better than I was.
Now I have very few friends from the past but am
making some new ones while treating people with
respect.
Being content with the way things are is a
wonderful feeling.
The prison cell was the best place Hector had ever lived
He relished his solitude
He had never had silence in a foster home or a group home
Hector was at peace
Glad to be here
Grateful for this quietude
Then he got a roommate
It is to be,
The path that my mother took,
The guiding hand that left her at a tender age,
The foster home that taught her about rage,
The lessons she learned as she turned the pages of each day,
The education she acquired made her diligent, dexterous, and dutiful.
It is to be,
The man my mother met on her journey,
The man she deeply fell in love with,
The man who made her smile in the morning light,
The man who stood by her through the darkest nights,
The man who showed her both the old and new ways.
It is to be,
The tempest that interrupted my family's voyage,
The turbulence that pulled my parents apart,
The stranger who made my mother dwindle,
The mystery she called a riddle.
It is to be,
The end of an era,
The shards and fragments of broken bonds,
The unsent letters my mother wrote,
The songs she sang during her dark days,
Songs of hope and praise.
It is to be,
The man I have become,
The enigma that dwells in my chamber,
The mystery I sometimes confront,
The memories that haunt me,
The untold encounters that have made me bold.
Left at the fire station shortly after birth,
as a young child, I didn't know self-worth.
Shipped on from foster home to the next,
my life was so difficult and very complex.
In the midst of it all, I fell in love with me,
I rose from the ashes of hurt and obscurity.
A strong warrior emerged, ready to fly high,
above a prison of hurt, where I was left to die.
I am Phoenix with strong and resilient wings,
ready to take on life no matter what it brings.
*Fictional write
Submitted To:Phoenix Rising Contest
Sponsor: Unseeking Seeker
03/23/2021
If only you knew…
the anguish that gripped my heart
trying to fathom
midst clemency’s understanding
justification for your juvenile
freedom-driven departure…
If only you knew…
the fervent supplication of my soul
beseeching the Lord
after learning of your accident
causing you to forget… yet uttering “Mommy”*
when you gained consciousness**…
If only you knew…
the elated spirit
I now possess
when days ago, you called
yearning along prayer request:
“I want to go back home.”***
… then you would thank God****
for mother’s love and faith.
*I became his Mommy in the orphanage for more than a decade before he was placed in his foster home.
**He had a motorcycle accident on June 24, 2020.
***He personally called me on October 21, 2020, informing that he's well.
****1Thessalonians 5:18 In every thing give thanks: for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus concerning you.
October 26, 2020
I am from little toys, from
hair gel to vases.
I am from the Foster Home
and the scent of cleaning.
I am from the growing basil,
the fallen tree out back whose
long gone limbs I remember as
if they were my own.
I'm from movie nights and
silver coins and from loud
Christmas feasts.
I'm from giants and Krampus
and "God Bless America!"
I'm from watching the fireworks
from Cali and Michigan, pineapple
on pizza.
I'm from Indian princesses,
Kings with forgotten names.
With pictures on the wall
in the bedroom I'll remember
forever.
Mum I am Searching for you
Lies, Lies, but before you die tell me the truth
So you had me and gave me away
But there was nothing I could do
I was just a little one only six weeks old
But you were my mum
So my life started in a convent and then a foster home
Then I ended up in care
But you didn’t want to share
Anything that you did or with me in your life
You just left me as that was your device
You hoped I would forget about you
But sometimes you sent me shoes
And I knew they were from you
I have a son, he’s your flesh and blood too
But who the hell are you
My son is my life
And I would rather he not know
How you just let us go
I don’t know what the reason was
But to me I wish I knew
Because even though I don’t think you do
And without me ever knowing you
I however still love you
Because you are my Mum!
DAMO
Honesty-an orphan lost in the streets of apathy-desperately seeking a foster home to find!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
19 August 2018
(none fiction)
Sometimes I wonder which one is worst.
My looney toon stepmother I never met or DHS that investigated me and her.
I told them every thing I know, they even knew I grew up in a group home and foster home all the rest of my teenage years
But yet why would you believe a stepmother I never met that tells you I lived with her and my father in they new apartment that I only saw once.
I met the woman once doing the day of her wedding to my father not even my sister likes her for I could see she full of lies.
My father brought her in the country for he had went back home to get my original birth certificate and they she was a tag a long with a son from a previous marriage that she's hiding that came along with her.
Of course my father had pregnated her that's why so suddenly he decided to do the right thing but to marry her
Her name is also Marie but not spell the same way as my real mother name who is Maryse Andradas.
I don't know who she thinks she is I already have one horrible mother and I do not need two.
A frightened boy struggles to cope,
filtering tears real life contains.
And scavenging for scraps of hope,
he slowly sifts through love's remains.
Fetal alcohol syndrome
warped the mind of this loving soul.
And placed within a foster home,
he paid an exorbitant toll.
He sorts lies from half-truths each day,
but he still manages to have fun.
For scary thoughts are wished away,
moving past what can't be undone.
Because his darting eyes offend,
he tries to avoid anger's gaze.
And reaffirming, you're his friend,
tests his welcome, a thousand ways.
The mind of a child guides this man,
and emotional pains stay fresh.
But, striving to be all he can,
scars of yesterday fade on flesh.
Often abused for fun and gain,
facing fears, he rises above.
And despite his anger and pain,
his lonely soul searches for love.
He's a ray of light in my heart,
he only wants to be my friend.
And close to me, yet worlds apart,
asks "How you doing?" without end.
(Quatrain)
3/1/2017
life is a journey they say,
but not a destination
still, I come to find a family is my only fascination
a mother that wants me
one who I can call my own.
a dad who's their though thick and thin
to see how strong I've grown
I have traveled as if to say
my whole life you see
but I feel lost , with no home stuck on this endless journey
cant be close cause soon ill leave
yes still I where my heart on my sleeve
no matter how many times I dream things
that never come true
ill still have faith that someday ill be happy to
I wonder what its like to wake up Christmas morning
with warmth, and light ,and love
but wondering wont get me far or at least that's what I'm told
from foster home to foster home on an endless path
I write my life that soon ill have
now i cry and prey "at last"
You're as mean as a Grizzly Bear and you think that I'll marry you.
Get that notion out of your head because it's something I won't do.
You're so mean and vicious that you actually broke your own daughter's arm.
You injured her when you were supposed to protect her from coming to harm.
You actually believe that you and I will be man and wife.
I loathe you and I sure as hell don't want you in my life.
When you were only seventeen, you were arrested for aggravated assault.
You've spent over a decade in jail for your crimes and it's entirely your fault.
Getting your daughter put in a foster home is what I'm going to do.
Loving you would be like loving a rattlesnake and I'll never marry you.
(This is a fictional poem)
I know that stealing is wrong but I don't regret what I did.
I only stole food and I only did it to be able to feed my kids.
After my wife died, I had a breakdown and my job was something I lost.
I would've gladly paid for the food but I couldn't afford what it cost.
I turned to other people for help but they refused to lend a helping hand.
People don't help others like they used to, it was too much for me to stand.
My kids went to a foster home when I went to jail.
Now I'm fighting to get them back and I won't fail.
I have a new job and I'll get them back but I don't know when.
But mark my words, my children and I will be a family again.
(This is a fictional poem)
There's one thing about being a Policeman that I don't like.
Several months ago I had to break the hearts of two tykes.
Their parents had a car wreck and died.
After I told them, all three of us cried.
It broke my heart to see their sad faces when I gave them the bad news.
It's painful when people learn that their parents are what they're destined to lose.
They were going to be put in a foster home because they have no other relatives.
But my wife and I have a big house so we invited them to come here and live.
My wife and I were childless before.
But we're sure not childless anymore.
We petitioned the court for custody and won.
My wife is barren but now we have two sons.
(This is a fictional poem)
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