On a Good Day.

On a  good day

you wake up and take yourself to the bathroom

come to my side of the bed and whisper

mommy, I’m awake.

You put a tiny hand on my mouth

to see if I am alive?

On a bad day

I get a call

the court date is moved

I’m sharpening your teeth

with my stress

you bite two children.

One a day

a wise boy teaches me

about your sorrow

its not my fault

its not your fault

He can see your complex personality

in your vampire laugh

he tells me


is a good




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  1. this just made me cry. seriously, i have tears rolling down my face. i am foster parenting a 9 year old with oppositional-defiance disorder, anxiety, depression, adhd and who knows what else. i have a blog, but i haven’t updated it since he came to us because… well, i can barely find time to take a crap or write a check to the cable company since he’s been here. but come find me if you like – one day i’ll have time to write more about what’s happened since my last naive pre-fostering post. i like your writing. found you through fosterhood nyc – i am interested in connecting with other foster parents who are dealing actively (rather than through denial) with issues of race, identity, transracial placements, etc. and just, you know, people who write well. i hardly have time to read blogs but i’ll bookmark yours nonetheless.

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