Foster Care
When I went into foster care,
I didn't know what to do.
If you are in foster care,
then this poem is for you.
When I was with my family,
it was a lot of fun.
But when I had to leave,
a whole new like began.
Home after home.
I've been in so many.
After the fifth home,
I didn't care any.
But when I got to my eighth,
I felt like I was wanted.
And by living there,
I became loved and got adopted.
So don't you fret.
You will survive.
If you believe,
You're forever home will arrive.
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