Poem about a brother and sister running from foster home to foster home and trying to make it on their own.

The statement of 11 September as a day of service was a noble.

This poem is about the little girl I raised for about four years. She was my little sister, but that did not stop me.

It is known that in Africa it takes a whole village to raise a child. Lessons the child grows up with include customs and traditions of the tribe, and their obligations as tribe members. Once a child is born, it is not called by a name but simply boy, or girl. The child awaits the day to attain his rightful name. It is a well known tradition, that when the child comes of age, he or she is sent off in the woods. The child undergoes several strenuous obstacles, and upon their successful return home the child earns his honorary name. Some come back, some do not. For some, it takes a whole year to realize who they really are. However, for the tribe of Paris city it takes much less than a year to realize who you really are…and of course, as you would expect, I am an exception.

A child’s unreturned love.

This is a story about a battered woman.

Was it worth me becoming damaged so your son would be happy?

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!!!!!

This is a very deep peice to me. you’ll see why.

Only two out of every ten children in America’s foster care system makes it. The other eight end up homeless, in prison or dead.