Foster Home

by Baby Rainbow   Jul 16, 2014


I long to be returned
to seven years ago,
where I would sit upon
Granddad's armchair
and watch cloudy days
water the flowers
by the window.

A happier time when
I had a family to call my own,
and I always knew which
direction would lead me home.

But here I sit, at twelve years old,
like a stranger lost inside a
another family portrait.
Trying to be grateful for
the roof over my head,
and their expected love
which is waiting at the
gates of my heart.

And my eyes fill up
because deep down I know,
I will forever be nobody's child
passing through the system
of everyone else's foster homes,

with Granddad's tattered photo
as the only thing I have left
to call my own.

Saffie
23

16/7/14

*prompt challenge*

armchair
expected love
I want to be
which direction is home
cloudy days

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  • 10 years ago

    by Beautiful Soul

    With past memories they can be good and bad. And they can very much so alter the present. Or even the future (which seems to be the case). It starts out with happiness and joy. Fond memories of a young child are something you cannot forget. I loved how you talk about your granddad. And like Hannah said he seemed to be the last relative. And that's where the foster home comes into play. The first stanza seemed to be a flashback and then you snapped back to present day. There is such a tone at the end. You are trying to be greatful for what you have, but nothing is the same anymore. And you have grown so accustomed to being in foster homes that nothing is the same. Well done. 5/5

  • 10 years ago

    by Hannah Lizette

    Saffie, Saffie, Saffie... what you always do to my heart! </3

    This is a poem about a young child who once lived with their Granddad, who seems to be the child's only living family member. When he passes away, the child must be put into Foster Care, shuffled back and forth from different families and homes... not ever really finding one that they could call their own. The child tries to be grateful but in reality, they are lonely and misses their true family. The only belonging the child owns is the picture of Granddad.

    Very sad because many children live this daily and encounter more than a few Foster Homes until they are of legal age to be on their own.

    Great job with the prompts, girl!

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