Dear Foster Mom
There I sat, alone and afraid,
You got a call and came right to my aid.
You bundled me up with blankets and love.
And, when I needed it most, you gave me a hug.
I learned that the world was not all that scary and cold.
That sometimes there is someone to have and to hold.
You taught me what love is, you helped me to mend.
You loved me and healed me and became my first friend.
And just when I thought you'd done all you do,
There came along not one new lesson, but two.
First you said, "Sweetheart, you're ready to go.
I've done all I can, and you've learned all I know."
Then you bundled me up with a blanket and kiss.
Along came a new family, they even have kids!
They took me to their home, forever to stay.
At first I thought you sent me away.
Then that second lesson became perfectly clear.
No matter how far, you will always be near.
And so, Foster Mom, you know I've moved on.
I have a new home, with toys and a lawn.
But I'll never forget what I learned that first day.
You never really give your fosters away.
You gave me these thoughts to remember you by.
We may never meet again, and now I know why.
You'll remember I lived with you for a time.
I may not be yours, but you'll always be mine.
by Barb Lieberman
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Rescue Poem... shared by Champ Waring
Rescue Poem... shared by Champ Waring
Now that I'm home, bathed, settled and fed,
All nicely tucked in my warm new bed.
I'd like to open my baggage, Lest I forget,
There is so much to carry - So much to regret.
Hmm . . . Yes there it is, right on the top. Let's unpack Loneliness, Heartache and Loss,
And there by my bowl hides Fear and Shame.
As I look on these things I tried so hard to leave - I still have to unpack my baggage called Pain.
I loved them, the others, the ones who left me,
But I wasn't good enough - for they didn't want me.
Will you add to my baggage? Will you help me unpack?
Or will you just look at my things and take me right back?
Do you have the time to help me unpack? To put away my baggage, to never repack?
I pray that you do - I'm so tired you see.
But I do come with baggage - So will you still want me?
Author Unknown
Now that I'm home, bathed, settled and fed,
All nicely tucked in my warm new bed.
I'd like to open my baggage, Lest I forget,
There is so much to carry - So much to regret.
Hmm . . . Yes there it is, right on the top. Let's unpack Loneliness, Heartache and Loss,
And there by my bowl hides Fear and Shame.
As I look on these things I tried so hard to leave - I still have to unpack my baggage called Pain.
I loved them, the others, the ones who left me,
But I wasn't good enough - for they didn't want me.
Will you add to my baggage? Will you help me unpack?
Or will you just look at my things and take me right back?
Do you have the time to help me unpack? To put away my baggage, to never repack?
I pray that you do - I'm so tired you see.
But I do come with baggage - So will you still want me?
Author Unknown
Wednesday, May 15, 2013
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