Lost Children a poem by Dwight

Here the bundles of kids with no place to live,
Abandoned no family with no love to give.
All that they know fades off in the mist.
The affection thet need and miss, cut iff by an infection that they don't know exists.
So they swing on the swings and slide down the slides.
On the foster care rollercoaster,a never ending ride.
They are trapped in an ocean unable to swim.
Drownining in a fate that seems oh so grim.

From the outside it seems they will never win.
You don't know where they start but you will know where they'll end.
But that's because you are on the outside looking in.
It's so much different when you are on the inside looking within.
Suddenly you notice something is right.
The kids begin to ride a funicular of light.
In the mountains hopes and dreams so hard to reach.

Yet they have a gift that no human soul can teach,
The gift that they have with any confrontation:
To care for the unknown of no known relationship.
They have the gift of love all the way to the core.
And boy do they love, till they can't love no more.
A love stronger than any that I've known before.
Its like an unlimted supply of love,
That thay contain and store.
And this gets to me and sends me out of control.
How the children skip the body,
And reach into the soul.
And as they rise, in a way like the sun,
You begin to realize they aleady won.

And as all the kids take their love and combine them,
I realize they're not lost,
We just can't find them.