How I long to remove the rage <br />That’s etched upon his boyish brow <br />Unclench the fists so tight and tense <br />And smooth the lips shaped in a scowl <br /> <br />This child a pawn, a chess game piece <br />Jerked constantly between two homes <br />Addicted parents in selfish war <br />Then both disappear, the pawn is alone <br /> <br />So Corey moves to foster homes <br />One, then two, now ours makes four <br />He can’t relax or trust or feel <br />Or hope for more than a swinging door <br /> <br />We work to earn his trust each day <br />Gently, firmly, helping him grow <br />Challenging him to forgive and detach <br />From the depths of pain his soul must know<br /><br />Linda Coker<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/connecting-with-corey/
