Author: Barbara Goodhew
Grew up with my Brothers in a foster home for awhile,
Which made me smile.
Then they had to leave,
I lost them so I greaved.
They protected and looked over their little sister,
Now back together after we all grew up.
They are back looking out for me. Nice.
I hope it always stays like this.
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