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This poem or whatever you call it is dedicated to a child when he separated from his parents and joints a poster family.
Life in foster family
Joining the foster family, a new life begins
You don’t know what to expect next
But to hope for the best, thinking
How will I be treated?
How will I be cared for?
But assuming it as though being with mom
Giddy, got up in the morning, confused and embarrassed
Where am I?
But I hear an unfamiliar voice calling,
You are late for the school!
Got up quickly, and a bit nervous
Though not because of the school
For the first few days, you see the smile on her face
And slowly, this begins to disappear
As usual you sleep at night, and then the dream comes
A dream, when I was with mom and dad
For a while I find myself being with them
Laughing and having funs
Later, got up in a strange place, feel lost and lonely
Now, last night’s dreams stayed in mind
The whole day at school
And it continually stays for the next weeks, months and ever
I can’t rinse it away
As time passes on, people tell me, why I become quieter and less talkative
And I say this is the way I am
But they say no
This is the way you have become
But do I realize the difference?
Sometime I go out for shopping
And then I see people and things around
I see them holding their kids, them being with their parents
They laugh and busy in pleasure of life though,
They don’t notice me
For a while, I close my eyes and picture myself with mom and dad
And soon, the fate of life knocks me up
Now here that her moods keep changing
I can’t do anything I want
I am asking to myself why?
Am I a bad kid?
But I hear a voice says, it’s her house role
Sometime, you have something good and want tell her
When you go, you see a different face, telling you
You have not done this and that
And then soon you forget what you wanted to say
But, will mom ever understand this one day?
As usual I go to school, hoping
If, I ever meet mom again, so that one day I can make her proud
Though, sometime its fun and sometime boring, but to keep on going
As time passes on, got the exam results, though at present mom’s feeling could not be expressed
And to say ahh! Well done my son
Now says she, sit down you big boy
And learn how to live an independent life!
But, don’t I deserve some joy in life?
Now, that I have grown up, what has this life to give me back?
Happiness, my childhood or what?
This poem or whatever you call it is dedicated to a child when he separated from his parents and joints a poster family.
Life in foster family
Joining the foster family, a new life begins
You don’t know what to expect next
But to hope for the best, thinking
How will I be treated?
How will I be cared for?
But assuming it as though being with mom
Giddy, got up in the morning, confused and embarrassed
Where am I?
But I hear an unfamiliar voice calling,
You are late for the school!
Got up quickly, and a bit nervous
Though not because of the school
For the first few days, you see the smile on her face
And slowly, this begins to disappear
As usual you sleep at night, and then the dream comes
A dream, when I was with mom and dad
For a while I find myself being with them
Laughing and having funs
Later, got up in a strange place, feel lost and lonely
Now, last night’s dreams stayed in mind
The whole day at school
And it continually stays for the next weeks, months and ever
I can’t rinse it away
As time passes on, people tell me, why I become quieter and less talkative
And I say this is the way I am
But they say no
This is the way you have become
But do I realize the difference?
Sometime I go out for shopping
And then I see people and things around
I see them holding their kids, them being with their parents
They laugh and busy in pleasure of life though,
They don’t notice me
For a while, I close my eyes and picture myself with mom and dad
And soon, the fate of life knocks me up
Now here that her moods keep changing
I can’t do anything I want
I am asking to myself why?
Am I a bad kid?
But I hear a voice says, it’s her house role
Sometime, you have something good and want tell her
When you go, you see a different face, telling you
You have not done this and that
And then soon you forget what you wanted to say
But, will mom ever understand this one day?
As usual I go to school, hoping
If, I ever meet mom again, so that one day I can make her proud
Though, sometime its fun and sometime boring, but to keep on going
As time passes on, got the exam results, though at present mom’s feeling could not be expressed
And to say ahh! Well done my son
Now says she, sit down you big boy
And learn how to live an independent life!
But, don’t I deserve some joy in life?
Now, that I have grown up, what has this life to give me back?
Happiness, my childhood or what?