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It was sixteen years ago the day I was born,
When I was safe in the arms of my mother,
On that crisp October morning.
The Jack o' Lanterns glowed,
And the wind whistled outside,
In the distance an old bird crowed.
About seven years later on a warm summers day,
The sun shone down and the children played,
This was the day that me and my brothers were sent away.
My brothers in one car and me in the other,
They took us away from our very own mother, and away from each other.
To a group home I was taken,
Where many other kids needed homes like me,
Without my brothers I was confused, scared, and I was shaken.
I was there for almost a full year,
In the place that I began to call my home,
Where I felt there was nothing I needed to fear.
When it was time to go,
To leave for a new home,
I packed up my things in confusion and sorrow.
With my youngest brother I stayed,
In this family for at least three years,
But it didn't last long.
To a group home again we were sent,
The same one as before,
And there a search for another family under went.
For another year my brothers and I waited,
Kids came and went before we knew it,
Our hope and trust slowly had faded.
Now I am sixteen I am in a loving home,
My brothers safe in there's,
And for almost four years I have been in with a family that I can finally call my own.





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Lexie96 said...
Nov. 5, 2011 at 4:53 pm

This is pretty good, I've never experienced foster life befoe, but it makes me think about it. So did you get reunited with your other brother? BTW, I'm glad you found a good home.

Think you could check out my work sometime?

 
Jessah replied...
Dec. 26, 2011 at 8:44 pm
I will definently check out your work. And no. I didn't end up getting reunited. :/ One brother lives in a shelter somewhere, and another is adopted and very unhappy.
 
MayaChristine This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Oct. 27, 2009 at 1:58 pm
This is really good. I'm glad you're in a happy home now, and this poem made me think about what it must be like constantly having to move.
 
CupCake023 said...
Oct. 27, 2009 at 7:25 am
This is really good. I have never experienced the fosterhome life but I kinda see on how your life was.....
at least you are in a good home now... =D
 
Jessalynn replied...
Oct. 27, 2009 at 8:29 am
Thank you. I am glad that I am in a good home to.
 
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