Foster Children

Poem By nimal dunuhinga

Foster parents they lived happily
until the twins became an adolescents.
The boys who came to know their pedigree
from the mealy mouths.
They changed their attitudes
and grumbled with these innocent parents.
No respect for them at all.
Foster parents are in a dilemma
and they promised to each other
not to tell the truth.
How can they tell them
that their father is the pauper who begs at the cathedral gate
and the mother who's a wrongdoer at the old barracks.
Who knows how long they can hide this pathetic story
to this prodigal sons Cane and Abel?

Comments about Foster Children

We always want to protect our children but there's always those who don't care and would be only to happy to tell the children in the hopes that it would hurt them. Obviously the only way to deal with this is to tell the children the truth and explain that all people just can not handle being on the straight and narrow. Also explain that these people were good in the fact that they turned the children over to people that could look after them and did not keep the children in the kind of life they were leading. I believe the parents did love the children and just didn't have the means in which to take proper care of them. That's the way I see it, excellent poem Nimal.---Melvina---
An interesting write, Love duncan X
What a tragedy for all concerned. The truth would seem to be the only option here. A very interesting write, Nimal. Sandra

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