by Angel ThompsonLooking through the panes with water falling down
Tears captured on her shirt, with eyes searching round
The red car is gone, she now stands alone
And her tears now water the ground
Foster created for temporal rest
A given “sense” of what is believed best
Yet devastation reflected through tears
Fell upon caregivers deaf angry ears
She stands clinging for love of empty arms hanging
There’s a whisper of disbelief, “again… it’s happening.”
Another brick is placed high
There is no reason to deny why
Yet through the drive, she removes a brick
A moment gap of what makes her tick
How can I trust
When all experience is disgust, abandon, unloved.
No one wants, no second chance,
just forget and move on to the next Foster dance.
As CSB, there is more to see, more to do
How can we be more than just “basic glue”
The pain is real
And they are left to “deal”
With adults who give issues
That kid are just as tissues
And are quickly thrown away
Our position is vital
Yeah, more than a title
For we embark with the “thrown away.”
A bandaid is nice, but the patch is like “ice”
If spread with surface…platitudes
So what is your attitude
When she stands among the multitude
Of placements and removals this day
With her tears falling down
Again watering the ground
And the red car just sped away
Here is the chance…to change the Foster dance…
Seriously, what will your actions speak today
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This poem is dedicated to all the kids who have been placed and placed and placed....Please know that we know you have purpose and that you matter.
This is also dedicated to those I work along side. You all amaze me that this is not just a "job". I have seen you cry over wrongs. I have seen righteous anger. I have seen incredible, unwavering support to those lives we encounter daily....to name a few of those who amaze me: Tania, Jane, Jennifer, Ashley, Cyndi, Jerry, John, Denise, Bridget, Ann, Michelle, Kari, Heather.....okay, seriously...too many to name...let me just say: ACCSB!
Tears captured on her shirt, with eyes searching round
The red car is gone, she now stands alone
And her tears now water the ground
Foster created for temporal rest
A given “sense” of what is believed best
Yet devastation reflected through tears
Fell upon caregivers deaf angry ears
She stands clinging for love of empty arms hanging
There’s a whisper of disbelief, “again… it’s happening.”
Another brick is placed high
There is no reason to deny why
Yet through the drive, she removes a brick
A moment gap of what makes her tick
How can I trust
When all experience is disgust, abandon, unloved.
No one wants, no second chance,
just forget and move on to the next Foster dance.
As CSB, there is more to see, more to do
How can we be more than just “basic glue”
The pain is real
And they are left to “deal”
With adults who give issues
That kid are just as tissues
And are quickly thrown away
Our position is vital
Yeah, more than a title
For we embark with the “thrown away.”
A bandaid is nice, but the patch is like “ice”
If spread with surface…platitudes
So what is your attitude
When she stands among the multitude
Of placements and removals this day
With her tears falling down
Again watering the ground
And the red car just sped away
Here is the chance…to change the Foster dance…
Seriously, what will your actions speak today
__________________________________
This poem is dedicated to all the kids who have been placed and placed and placed....Please know that we know you have purpose and that you matter.
This is also dedicated to those I work along side. You all amaze me that this is not just a "job". I have seen you cry over wrongs. I have seen righteous anger. I have seen incredible, unwavering support to those lives we encounter daily....to name a few of those who amaze me: Tania, Jane, Jennifer, Ashley, Cyndi, Jerry, John, Denise, Bridget, Ann, Michelle, Kari, Heather.....okay, seriously...too many to name...let me just say: ACCSB!
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