POEM | A poem for foster mothers, natural parents and all the foster children in the world

A mothers memoirs

 

Begin Today–Unknown

 

So, brief a time we have to stay

along this dear, familiar way;

It seems to me we should be kind

To those whose lives touch yours and mine.

The hands that serve us every day,

Should we not help them while we may?

They are so kind that none can guess

How soon the’ll cease our lives to bless.

 

The Hearts that love us, who many know

How soon the long, long way must go.

Then might we not their faults forgive

And make them happy while they live?

 

So many faults in life there are

We need not to go to seek them far;

But time is short and you and I

Might let the little faults go by.

And seek for what is true and fine

In those whose lives touch yours and mine;

This seems to me the better way

Then why not, friend, begin

Today

 

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