After the pain

The tears

The cries for momma

You lie in a strange bed

In a strange room

In a strange house

With strangers.

Your mind reaches out for truth

Desperately clawing at memories past

Seeking the answer to your only question

What did I Do?

You were ripped from your mother’s arm

As you screamed out her name

The echoes still reverberating

In your heart.

She didn’t respond

Reach back

Call out to you.

She just kept on sleeping.

The lady was nice

In this strange home.

They told you

you were safe

You would be ok

They would take care of you

The lady was nice

But she was not your mom

You look at the window

Watching the sun sink

Into the horizon

And you knew at that moment

You would never go home

Again.

Angela McClintock 2018

Reposted from The Things I Have Seen.

8 thoughts on “FOSTER CHILD

  1. As a child protection agent, there were times when I had to place children in foster homes. These were as carefully vetted as we could manage, with both pre- and post-placement unannounced home visits, and fortunately, they were short-term, as we always found a competent grandparent or aunt & uncle who could take the child in.

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    1. Yes, there are a plethora of wonderful, caring foster parents. However, to a traumatized child, it is very scary to leave even a bad home with family to go to a good home with strangers. Of course as they begin to assimilate and feel safe and cared for a bond develops. When parental rights are terminated 78 Percent of Foster child adoptions are by foster parents who step up if there are no available or willing relatives and give those children a forever home and family.

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