What A Thing To Dream

Going from home to home

Forever hating this endless roam

Told to keep the faith and hope

Yet no one stayed to teach me to cope

Wanting to speak up, yet who will listen

And if done, will it even make a difference

All I truly desire is a mother's embrace

And to see a smile on a father's face

To finally know

That I can really call them my own

What a thing to dream!

And so farfetched it seems

For now, that's how I shall cope

It is how I will keep my faith and hope.

Written by: Dreamer*, 19-year-old foster youth

*We have changed the name of this youth to protect his identity. Dreamer has given us permission to publish his writings.