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Fosters Author Unknown There I sat, alone and afraid You got a call and came to my aid. You bundled me up with blankets and love. And, when I needed it most, you gave me a hug.
I learned that the world was not scary and cold. That sometimes there is someone...to have and to hold. You taught me what love is - you helped me to mend. You loved me and healed me and became my first friend.
And just when I thought you'd done all you do... There came along not one 'new' lesson - but two. First you said "Sweetheart, You're Ready to Go. I've done all I can and you've learned all I know."
Then you bundled me up with a blanket and kiss. Along came a new family, they even have kids! They took me to their home, forever to stay. At first I thought, you sent me away.
Then that 'second' lesson became perfectly clear. No matter how far, you will 'always' be near. And so, Foster Mom, you know I've moved on. I have a new home, with toys and a lawn.
But, I'll never forget what I learned that first day. You never really give your 'fosters' away. You gave me these thoughts to remember you by. We may never meet again, and now I know why.
You'll remember I lived with you for a time. I may not be yours, but you'll always be mine.

Baggage by Evelyn Colbath ©1995 (all rights reserved) Now that I'm home, bathed, settled and fed, All nicely tucked in my warm new bed. I'd like to open my baggage lest I forget There is so much to carry - So much to regret. Hmm . . . Yes there it is, right on the top. Let's unpack Loneliness, Heartache and Loss; And there by my leash hides Fear and Shame. As I look on these things I tried so hard to leave – I still have to unpack my baggage called Pain. I loved them, the others, the ones who left me, But I wasn't good enough - for they didn't want me. Will you add to my baggage? Will you help me unpack? Or will you just look at my things - And take me right back? Do you have the time to help me unpack? To put away my baggage, to never repack? I pray that you do - I'm so tired you see, But I do come with baggage – Will YOU still want ME?
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