On Becoming a Foster Parent – November Poem

On Becoming a Foster Parent

If you are considering becoming a foster parent, don’t let these poems scare you. It really wasn’t as terrible as it sounds, but I definitely had some emotional setbacks before feeling the joy and rewards of such a job. At this point, I am extremely thankful to have had the honor of bringing this little girl into our home. It just took some time to get to know each other.

In November, the tantrums had slowed down a little bit, and both my foster daughter and I survived each day a little easier. A chant seemed the perfect representation of how I counted the seconds to each sleeping period when I could take a breath. I wanted to write this poem from the point of view of my son, who had to listen to me shush him more often than he deserved. I can only imagine that he was bothered by how much I’d changed in three months, so I wanted to reflect that with some eerie imagery.

Foster Parent November

November

Mommy needs a time out, too.

Don’t slam the door; you’ll wake her.

She’s locked herself in the closet.

Don’t slam the door; you’ll wake her.

She prays to fill her heart with love.

Don’t slam the door; you’ll wake her.

Skeleton ate the remains.

Don’t slam the door; you’ll wake her.

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