My biggest accomplishment in life is my son, Matthew. I AGAIN stumbled across a poem that was written by a foster mom that describes her experience and responsibility of being a foster mom. It is a somewhat well-known story of a dirty faced, barefoot little girl that was brought to the door of this foster mom, how the little girl blossomed, and how easy it was to love the little girl and how hard it was to let her go. Quite frankly, I have had it up to my eyeballs hearing from the selfless foster moms. Why is it that we never hear from the other side? Why is it that we never hear about what the parents go through? I mean no offense, but there are two sides to every story, and, as usual, I have mine!!!!!
I envy the family that has a strong moral code;
Well-minded parents that steer their kids down the road.
Not everyone in life is so blessed to be nurtured;
Cared for and loved and educated until they’ve matured.
Even smart people can get caught up in life’s pain,
When they have no one to show them how to recover again.
In the path of life’s lessons one can easily lose their way,
When fools and sociopaths lead you astray.
And one day you are blessed with the most incredible surprise,
When your little baby boy looks up at you with his pretty blue eyes.
No matter how unexpected, you fall in love at first glance,
Then he’s taken from you because you’re told he hasn’t a chance.
The announcement has been made that I am unfit
To care for the one thing worth bringing me out of this pit.
I may not be prepared but my natural instinct is there
To love those blue eyes more than I’ve ever thought I could care.
I’m told that you’ve come so that you can make me a good mother,
And until that time comes my baby will live with another.
My body has changed and become that of his mother,
I can feel it dry up while he lays in the bosom of another.
I sleep with an outfit I sneaked from his dirty clothes;
I drink in his smell, sleep with it tucked under my nose.
The system set up to help me is made up of strangers
That look down on me as if I am one of the dangers.
What you can’t comprehend is that I can’t stand being away,
The pain inside grows more intense with each passing day.
And while I’m away you teach me all the things I’ve done wrong,
While his new family rocks him and sings him a song.
Their job is to care for him until I can be well,
They don’t really like me and they think I can’t tell.
They know nothing about me but come to conclusions,
They think that they know me and have their own twisted delusions.
I’m told, “Change everything, and please make it fast.”
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