I was never a part of the Foster family,
I was never part of the Foster kin,
They took me in as a favor.
An outsider’s world, where I was ushered in.
A favor cashed, the Sheriff’s wife, a friend,
Just someone who had become fond of me.
Yet the Sheriff’s heart, to me, did not extend.
The Sheriff didn’t want the trouble.
No blood ties bound me, no family embrace,
I wasn’t somebody they cared about,
Just a figure in their home, a distant space.
just somebody in their house.
An obligation, a paycheck, I represented,
An obligation nothing more.
In their lives, I was somewhat resented.
A paycheck, nothing more.
Yet perhaps, in the depths, a flicker of care,
maybe they cared a little.
For they adorned their wall with a picture rare.
They did put my picture up on the wall.
A portrait of me, a small token of regard,
But they never invited me into town.
A silent testament, a connection marred.
They did not want me on outings.
I dwelled on the outskirts, a stranger’s place,
Other Foster children were loved.
Within those walls, I had a small space.
Other foster children, were favored and adored.
In a house not my own, I was known to stay,
But they never came to my graduation.
An enigmatic guest in the world’s array.
In their midst, I found no home.
WoPoLi 
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