On Becoming a Foster Parent
May and Mother’s day is always a reflective time for adoptive parents. I knew I needed a poem that would reflect the hopes I had for my little one. I chose a fragile object, a dandelion seed, and gave it life—traveling through scary storms and landing in a soft place where it could thrive.
The wind’s sigh spreads your cotton wings.
As you fly, your tiny heart sings.
With emotions high, be brave, child.
From stormy sky to valley mild.
Somewhere that is safe, where you’ll grow.
No more a waif. No more sorrow.