Into the eyes of foster child.Look into his eyes, tell me what you see. Do you see the saddness? Can you see the misery? Can you see the tears he doesn't cry? Can you read the words he can't say? Do you see the pain inside? Do you want to forget that you ever meant him, like everyone else in his life, who gave up in the end.Into the eyes of foster child.
Look into his heart, tell me what you see. Do you see the many pieces? Can you see the broke cracks? Can you see the break for everytime he had to lose someone he loved?
Do you see what it can do to you to never have a real home? To always be
Before I was a momBefore I was a Mom I never tripped over toys or forgot words to a lullaby. I didn't worry whether or not my plants were poisonous. I never thought about immunizations.Before I was a mom
Before I was a Mom - I had never been puked on. Pooped on. Chewed on. Peed on. I had complete control of my mind and my thoughts. I slept all night.
Before I was a Mom I never held down a screaming child so doctors could do tests. Or give shots. I never looked into teary eyes and cried. I never got gloriously happy over a simple grin. I never sat up late hours at night watching a baby sleep.
Before I was a Mom I never held a sleeping
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