1971
Poetry
by Michael F. Nyiri
Foster Child
She eats her breakfast in the morning, Watching gazes from her family And waiting for the next one As she's done so many times before. He says he loves her There's nobody else - But suddenly there is. Time has come again. Living a schedule each month it's another Family on the doorstep. "This is your little Foster Child." A new school New faces New enemies He's there in the guise of someone else And he says he loves her - For the time being. She never has enough time.
copyright 2001 by Michael F. Nyiri
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