I"m Searching for Love

Here I am standing in

a dark, cold closet.

I look high and low

and all around.

But, I know what I'm looking for

it is love.

Oh How I long

for someone to love me.

But, I do not know

what kind of love I want.

I am in

foster care.

I see lots of

couples and older parents

take interest in me.

My hopes

rise and fall

when they forget me.

I keep searching for love.

I look high and low

and all around.

I long to call

some one dad.

I long to call

some one mom.

I long to call

the people that love me family.

If I had a family

everything would be perfect!

If only!

I sob!

I long to cry and express my feelings

to some one.

If only.

I have so many feelings

that are so familiar!

I dream I am part of a family.

Oh I am so warm and happy there!

I dream I have a mom and dad

who love me.

I dream I have friends that don't betray me.

I dream I am wanted and loved so badly!

Finally I depart from my dream

I realize with dread and a broken heart

that I have no family!

I know it was just a dream.

Oh how unfair it is!

I see all the stuff I could have had!

I envy my friends.

I try to hide my tears and bad feelings.

I had given hope

for everything I wanted.

I look high and low

and all around.

I finally put my tears and smiles deep in my heart.

I soon did not know how to

cry or smile.

I am still wondering

"Am I a bad kid? Will I ever be loved?"

I want to be loved so badly!

Will my dreams ever come true?

Will I find a family?

Will I ever be loved?

Oh please!

We need you more than ever!

Oh please help us kids!

Oh Please!

We would love to have a family!

We want to make you smile

or make you have a tinkle in your eye!

We would love you if you love us!

Oh Please!

We all want a family!

We want you!

I look high and low

and all around.

I search in the highest cloud

and the lowest leaf.

I look high and low

and all around.

Oh Please help me find it soon!

You can hear me whisper,

"Will my dreams come true?

Will I ever have a loving family?

Will someone ever love me?"

If you love me

you wouldn't care

what color I am.

If you love me

you would really care!

Hello! I'm still here.

I want to be loved!

You would love me

even if I was deformed.

Or if I was very thin.

I look high and low

and all around.

Now I really wonder

will my dreams about a loving family come true?

Because my hopes are fading.

Please!

By MNJ age 11

Note: Please pass this own. Because if it does not get to you it will to some one else. This poem is true about how most kids feel! Thanks! December 2008

Sam..... I Love You

This poem was written as my son took our dog Sam to the vet. We had found him seriously injured. He later died.

Sam..... I Love You
I Love you,
Sam. When
you were a
pup I Loved you.
When you played
to rough I loved
You. Sam I love
you. Now I feel
hurt like you. I
can't believe what
happened. Yesterday
I missed you running
with me. I wish
Today was never
here! Sam, I love
you! Come back!
I miss you! Sam.....
.... I love you.
I'll pray, just keep
holding on! I love you.
Hold on I'm coming.
by: MN October 21, 2008

The Meadow

The Meadow

I am in

the meadow

far beyondSitting on the

soft green

grass listening

to the birds,

deer, the rustling

of the grass

and the sweet

whispers of

God. I never

felt so quiet

and safe. Suddenly

the quiet was broke

by screams. I

stood up and looked

around. I saw kids

with scrapes and

bruises. Cuts and burns. Hearts

wounded and stomped

on. Listen! Look!

They are crying

and hurting,crying

for someoneto love them!

Just listen

to them! Look

at the lives

you can save!

Help them!

They want you!

They need you!

They must have

You! You foolish

person! You say

its to hard todeal with us!

When we need

you! You say

you can't

foster or

adopt us!

Why not pray!?

You say you can't

stand seeing us!

doesn't it not hurt

to see us hurt?

Please help!

set us free!

break our chains!

knock our bricks

off! Set us free!

Thank you!

KeepPraying! We need

Them! Thank you

for setting us free!

Thanks MN

a former abused child age 11

PS keep praying! We need them a lot!

Thanks!

Does Any One Care!

Does anyone Care!


It's me in my
closet, shivering with
fear, hearing the screams
and shouting in the background.
Does anyone know me?
Does anyone care? Why? Why me!?
It seems to me
I will live in pain.
Why!? Does anyone care?
Does anyone know me?
As I live in pain God
watches planning a perfect
plan for me. I wanted to
be loved but I tried to find by showing off to boys.
I know I am dirty, filthy, and
ugly. I can't help it. I hated
everything even myself.
By 7 my life changed.
It was scary I never dreamed
such a scary dream. I was
adopted. I cried. Does
anyone know me? Does
anyone care? "Yes, They do."
God loved me
God knows me.
God cares.
Thank You,
God.
Thank you
God.
You know me.
You care.
Thank you God.
Love, MN age 10
August 28th 2008

I Need

I Need

I was 1.
I was hurt.
I was scared
and battered.
I was sad,
angry, embarrassed,
confused,
jealous, bruised,
blind in the heart and
I had mixed feelings.
I shouted to myself
“Why me?””Why?”
“Does anyone know me?
Or at least love me?”
I got older and still had these feelings.
When I was 5 I thought
“Am I the problem? Did
I do something bad?
Am I stupid, and dumb?”
As I longed for boys,
make-up, beauty, fashion,
and popularity. What I
was looking for was.......
“Love and care.”
Oh how I
longed for a
hug or kiss
or being held
or just someone
saying “I love you.”
I longed for
someone to
rescue me.
No one knew
me. No one cared.
“Why?” I would cry.
As I was suffering
people hid and
pretended not to
know. Why!?
God watched
me with tears
and anger. I was
a child and didn't
need to be harmed.
I have moved 6 times. 4 people I
did not know. I was
scared, angry and every
feeling except happy ones.
Now I understand
I can do miracles.
I am proud to have
been abused. For I
know God has a
Special plan and
place for me. And I won't be normal.
A child can never
ever outgrow....
“LOVE”
Written by MN 6-16-08

Love

Love
by MN age 10
You are a baby goat
that is sick and cold,
blind, hungry and lonely
you are crying, you are
beaten, and fooled.
No one looks at you
they snort, butt you
kick you, and looks
at you with a hard
eye it pierces you.
It rains, snows, and
hails as it pounds your coat.
Finally someone
sees you it is raining
then. She gets up and rushes toward you
your body tenses.
She does not beat
or kick. She cleans you,
warms you, and feeds
you. She makes a
shelter under her
belly, and she has
a soft eye
she sees
inside of you
she thinks you
are special. When
a enemy comes
she will push you
into safety. One
day she died
you cry and 'cry
over her blood
shed. She
died for you
and only you
She said I
will love
you my dear. and
she cries "It
is over!" Her name is Jesus
February 2008