It is a bit like having foster parents, <br />you think they give a damn, because they really care. <br />Then comes the crunch, you look up from your pillow <br />and find they're busy with some other pressing matters. <br /> <br />It leaves a hollow feeling, why did they apply <br />to have new members come into the family? <br />To close their ears when children cry their bitter tears <br />and let the bogeyman come to the bedroom window. <br /> <br />So, Foster children must pack up and leave, <br />perhaps it's best to steal away in night air's silence, <br />all in the knowledge that they are alone in grief <br />and say good-bye, to be forgotten in no time. <br /> <br />I have two dogs at home and 8 intriguing birds, <br />they are our children and we feed and keep them comfy, <br />marauding cats or other evil gets evicted <br />yet other places have their own rules to obey. <br /> <br />So when the children have no choice but to escape <br />to find a world that caters well to their small needs <br />they hear the laughter of some others like an echo <br />it follows loudly like the sound of empty skulls. <br /> <br />And as a wise man once remarked about us humans <br />we have two souls inside our grossly swollen chest <br />the one to fear is named quite fittingly Miss Envy <br />there are so many with that name who stand and watch. <br /> <br />It is a pity what we tolerate for others <br />should evil fall upon thy neighbour, close the door <br />we know that Judgment Day is still so far away <br />that's why the cat has nine and we get only one.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/children-of-poetry/
