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Admin Comment by LM Fowler - Admin on March 5, 2011 at 11:58pm

A Note For Fosters

 -Author Unknown-

 

 There I sat, alone and afraid,

 ......You got a call and came right 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 all that 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.

Admin Comment by LM Fowler - Admin on April 9, 2009 at 7:38pm

The following is a poem written by one of the inmates in honor of the Pups on Parole:

Little One

Little One…so full of fear

No one’s gonna hurt you here.



Soon; you’ll see, how it feels to trust

‘Cuz you’ve been rescued, just like us.



We promise that it’s not too late

Because we all know, that heaven can wait.



Forget the broken road you’ve traveled on

For yesterday has come and gone.



That’s a lesson we must all learn

And now, Little One… it is your turn.



Come with us, walk by our side

Hold your tail up high with pride.



And in the end, when we’re all through

There’ll be a family just waiting for you.



Because, Little One… so full of fear

No one’s gonna hurt you here.

Admin Comment by LM Fowler - Admin on February 4, 2009 at 5:02pm

'Baggage' ~ A Poem


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?


Evelyn Colbath
'Baggage' © 1995 Evelyn Colbath. All rights reserved.