Foster Child

Who are these people
that control my life,
where are my real
mom and dad?

Why can't my life
be like the other kids,
how come it often
feels so sad?

I long so much
to feel my mothers touch,
and to have her wrap me
in her loving arms.

And I want to have
my fathers hugs,
that leave me
feeling warm.

There are times
when I feel
so disconnected,

from the other
people in the world.

And I wonder
why add to its problems,
by bringing in a girl,

who'll rarely
see her parents,
and seldom feel the joy,

of a love that only
a parent can give,
to their own
little girl or boy.

Oh the world's full
of good intentions,
and likes to think
that it's doing well.

But unless you've been
a foster child,
you can't know
our private hell.

But thanks so much
for trying,
to share your home
and your love with me.

I probably should
feel grateful,
but all I long for
is to be free.

And late at night
I wonder,
whether my parents
are the loving kind?

Or if some day,
they'll come and take away,
the little girl
they've left behind?

Summer Breeze

Through an open window
I can feel the breeze,

of a gentle wind
blowing through the trees.

From whence you came
and where do you go,

are fleeting questions
that I'd like to know?

Can I go with you
as you make your way,

across this land of ours
on this summery day?

Will you bear me up
will you give me wings?

Will you dazzle me
with the million things,

that a man might see
if he went with you,

Carried high aloft
against sky's of blue.

Judgement

People say he's good
people say she's bad,
they judge our acts
and it is so sad.

To hear them say
to friends out loud,
how they "know" this one
and it makes them proud.

But they know him not
the one whose good,
and in a lot less depth
then they really could.

Nor do they know
the one who's bad,
or the life of hardship
she may have had.

This tendency to
judge on sight,
will prove its folly
as things come to light.

And will reveal to us
as the years go by,
how the bad oft do good
and the good sometimes lie.

Then there'll come a day
when we'll realize,
how we see the world
through our own eyes.