Foster care
Foster care
All the pain they had to bare
Taken away from their family so young
And put in a place they didn't belong
Some taken away from sisters and brothers
Some taken away from just their mothers
Some beaten, some bruised
Some taken away with nothing to lose
At age 18 you're kicked out to live
But I don't know what they give
Cause I was adopted at the age of 2
And hopefully you'll get adopted too!
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 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
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