Foster Children Move from Place to Place
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|Foster children move from place to place
With memories that walk the night alone,
Nor is the love theirs that they must embrace.
Yet most survive with a peculiar grace,
Perhaps within themselves they find a space
A memory like some much-fingered lace,
Their childhood impossible to trace
Yet with their losses etched upon their face,