In the quiet of my heart, a space is carved,
For the children who arrive, their trust half-starved.
Their eyes, like windows, hold stories untold,
Of fleeting homes and dreams grown cold.
Though their time with me may softly fade,
A spark of love in their hearts is laid.
Empathy, a gentle seed I sow,
A warmth to seek where their paths may go.
I hold their hands, though briefly mine,
And whisper truths that forever shine:
“You are loved, though the world may shift,
Your worth is boundless, your spirit a gift.”
I teach them to feel, to see, to care,
To find the hearts that kindness will share.
For empathy’s a flame that never dims,
A guide through life, through joys and whims.
Though they leave, my love will stay,
A quiet promise to light their way.
For in their hearts, I’ve planted deep,
A truth to hold, an emotion to seek.
Emotions Poetry Contest contest entry
The little guy in the picture is one of our foster babies. I wrote about him on my blog. Don’t recall the title, but it was something about “when I knew I was a writer”. I’ve been working on this piece for many years, but have never put it online. My gift to you, my new friends.
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