To foster a child

Desperately in need
Helpless out there
Someone has to come
to take care of it
and to feed...

Cleaning after,
sometimes it scream
without a reason
there will be laughter...
after all.

Poor little nanny,
caretaker,
selfless,
there is just few like you,
out there are not many,
maybe you are the only one.

To foster a child,
in a desperate land
called home,
no to everyone...
it is like holding sand,
in the huge wild.

Ride with me,
endless need,
happy, sad, so mad,
crazy, but humdrum,
to be somewhere else,
or just to be.