At 9 Years Old

At 9 years old, I was placed into a children’s home by my parents.
They were quick to trick me and my brothers into staying the night,
Not letting us know it would be for months.
They first took us on a joyride (they said),
And then asked us if we’d like to see a neat place to play.
Once there, then they asked us if we’d like to meet some kids there.
When we went inside, we were introduced to these people,
Who we didn’t know were going to be our house parents,
And they asked us if we would like to spend the night.
Once our parents were gone, around dark,
We were then instructed to go to our rooms,
Cut off the lights, and go to sleep.
We weren’t allowed to leave the light on or have the door cracked.
I was so confused.
My parents had taken me out of a normal home environment,
From my brothers and one sister,
And placed me into the hands of strangers,
Who made me sleep alone, cut off the lights, and go to bed early.
I cried so hard, trying to figure out why my parents left me,
When were they coming back,
Wishing they would hurry,
But most of all, why did they lie to me?
Where were my brothers and sister?

11-9-1992
Written by Gail Brookshire

Questionable Fear

What is this little darkened space?
Where has everyone gone?
What was it that I said today?
What did I ever do wrong?

Will you turn the light on please?
Or maybe even crack the door?
Won’t you take the hands of time
And return me to hours before?

Who is this playing tricks with me?
Why must you do this now?
Won’t somebody rescue me?
Or help me out somehow?

10-2-1989
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: Foster Care