The trip was all about
Learning how to help
These foster kids today
With the sadning words they say
On a night that she was gone
A collect call had come in
Her voice on the other line
Telling us how she\'s been
So much fun explains her words
The meetings were going great
She sounded like a bird
Who got free from a shit*y date
So has her trip continues
With the tools she's being taught
No way she does regret this trip
There was no second thought
But sunday did come around
The day for her arrival
Excitement bak at home
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That day the bad news rang
Over hearing the conversation
I felt a sudden pang
I had no circulation
The lack of information
Caused my mind with no location
Knowing she was in great danger
There was no way we could save her
When plural data did come in
The blood in me felt really thick
I was hoping that their words misspoke
But no they didnt she had a stroke
From that moment on
The news got bad
Back in Timmins
Things got sad
Sitting here any longer
Is what we couldnt seem to do
So we packed up to see her
And prayed for the good news
This person lying cold
In a white sheeted bed
I thought no way this could be her
This person looks so dead
She got up and tried to speak
With words that werent so clear
Her body remains weak
My heart jumped in to fear
Looking in her eyes
Coming down are tears of shame
She's telling us she could not
Speak her daughter's name
"Visiting hours are at 3"
Said a bi*chy voice near by
With some hesitation
We said our last goodbye
Wavering we did not do
For the 3 o'clock arrival
As for the bi*ches at the hospital
We found the word "survival"
Attended by a doctor
She did as she was told
As we just sat and watched her
She took the tests like gold
Her laughter filled the room
With hope for her recovery
We knew that she'd resume
And praying that wouldnt vary
We give her all our love
As the hour came to leave
I knew I had to be strong
To help my heart believe
That night at the motel
My anger did let loose
As I heard some news
That was too abstruse
Leaving her behind
With tears that stream my face
These words control my mind
"I cant leave her in this place"
No choice is what i had
Trying not to look so sad
As I see her watch us leave
My emotions feeling bad
Back in Timmins
Here we are
I am speechless
While she\'s so far
Here, she'll be soon
From an absence so long
And when she does return
Her heart will come bak strong!
This poem was written about one of my foster parents. The only one out of a million, who i've eva left and called bak. I dont know wat it is Therese, but thax..alot..
Luv alwayz...April..
