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You sit at the table with your blue and yellow crayons Quietly coloring tigers and waving the fingers of your left hand. You proudly show your decorated notebook; the one you alone created. Safety plans, behavior charts, conflict resolution, and coping. You're asked if you understand rules and regulation, The look on your face as you color a second tiger purple, tells me different. Searches coming and searches going looking for sharps. Supervision daily, hourly, minute by minute How then, can this be self-harm? You sit in the van with your ninja turtles backpack Quietly whispering, repeating, comforting words. You proudly show your decorated notebook; the one you alone created. Tigers, elephants, horses, cars, houses, and nostalgia faces. You're asked if you understand stability and foster families, The look on your face as you chew on your shirt, tells me different. Days gone and months in this new place You are doing so well, so great Bedroom upstairs in the corner All your favorite things have their space Tell me one thing gained here? Saturday Morning Pancakes Sprinkles, and Maple Syrup. © Jo Tomso
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Sep 29, 2016
Sep 29, 2016 at 10:27 PM UTC
Pancakes, Sprinkles, Maple Syrup.
Not too long ago, I lost someone close to me. She was a friend, and a family member. She took a small piece of my heart with her when she left. A numbness came over me the day my sister moved away. And I refused to cry for fear that she might see. I force myself to smile, knowing that she's back where she belongs. She's happy there with her other family, so that's where she should be. . . right? I try to remember that I'm not the only one here who misses her, but it's hard not to throw a kind of 'pity party'. . . . . .                           She's home now, and so am I. Our homes are different, our families too, but I'll love her forever. No matter what. she's still MY sister. and I'll always miss her.
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Aug 13, 2018
Aug 13, 2018 at 2:58 PM UTC
Sister, I miss you.
I love you. Forever I'll remember that moment you came running into my arms again, After months of missing you, you were there and nothing else mattered in that moment. When we hugged I didn't want to let you go; I wanted to keep you next to my chest, next to my heart, but you will forever be a part of my heart so I know that she will never truly leave me. Everyone was happy, so much so that your arrival caused tears to fall! but we were all laughing and saying "hello" instead of "goodbye" and that's all that really matters. I have missed you my sister, and I wish you would visit more often. We live in different towns, we go to different schools, we are different people, and we lead different lives... ...but that's okay, 'cause we are both where we belong at last.
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Oct 29, 2018
Oct 29, 2018 at 11:14 AM UTC
My Sister