A Place In-Between

I don't claim to be a poet, but this is something I wrote addressing one of the more difficult aspects of foster parenting.  The reality that you may have these children for only a little while is difficult to face.



My house is a place

That is safe and is warm

There are beds that are soft, and clean

There is plenty to eat

And safe places to play

And babies are fed and kept clean

But sometimes it's not

The place that you stay

The place that you "grow all the way"

Because somewhere out there

There's a family for you

That will love you "forever and a day."

So we love you while here

And hug you and care

For all of your needs big or small.

Cause my house is a place

That you can call home

But really it's just in-between.