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!

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