I found this and thought it was appropriate considering I am now starting on a voyage of discovery........
Foster children move from place to place,
With memories that walk the night alone,
Nor is the love theirs that they must embrace.
Yet most survive with a peculiar grace,
Even though their hearts should turn to stone,
As they move about from place to place.
Perhaps within themselves they find a place,
To furnish as they would a mobile home,
Finding scraps of things they can embrace.
A memory like some such fingered lace,
Thoughts and dreams that only they have known,
Moving as they do from place to place.
Their childhood impossible to trace,
In the years of yearning after they have grown,
Filled with love they've chosen to embrace.
Yet with their losses etched upon their face,
Pain for which no penance can atone,
How can they move and move, from place to place
Surrending the love they must embrace.
two of these lines I found to be so relevant
"Their childhood impossible to trace,
In the years of yearning after they have grown"
One could possibly argue - better late than never, to find a childhood lost so long ago........
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