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Foster Care

written by: Steve Pearson



Jimmy doesn't swim in the river
Mummy doesn't like life that way
He's waiting for the next big rainfall
Fighting time and yearning to play

Jimmy's never seen a new sunrise
He lives in the hour before dawn
Daddy has run away to the nightfall
Away from the day he was born

Jimmy has his own secret garden
Behind his own closed doors
Happiness is there in abundance
Away from unforgiving shores

Our Jimmy is a slow growing flower
Like a wind up toy winding down
His petals will open full to their glory
Once mummy has lost her crown

Steve Pearson

Steve Pearson

JUNE 2017 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com
That's me at the front of the photo. I'm an atheist, socialist, humanist, poet and soon to be novelist. From here to there and a lot of shit in the middle. That's life.
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