Brokenness at heart,

always asking themselves questions,

crying for their unfulfilled wishes,

wishes of being called by a parent,

wishes of being part of a family.

Alone they sleep holding those things

close to heart as their spirits desire,

It’s the only reason they live for,

Their blankets wake up wet,

wet of tears of those unfulfilled wishes,

But that has never taken away their smiles,

for they’ve embedded their hearts with hope,

A kind of hope that never fades,

because they have each other to hold on to,

They love each like brothers and sisters,

like they’re children of one mother,

They love each other wholeheartedly,

like the mother’s love they yearn for daily,

I wish to express gratitude for the happiness they give me,

for I have been one of them,

I’ve long swept this floor since their age.

A man I’ve become, but this place is still my home,

Those I’ve been with went and some returned,

But I never left for I was already home.

A home where some wishes do come true,

a home where some broken hearts are healed,

a home where tears are wiped with joy,

a home where we’re all family,

For here there’s always a shoulder to cry on.