Gus' Foster Care

Fading sign hangs on rusting chains

inscribed "Gus' Foster Care".

Bell echoes through hallways

travels through walls.

Door squeaks on hinges

as brass handle turns.

Light illuminates a dusty porch

streaming from the doorway.

Shuffle back on shaking legs

nervousness envelops.

Greeted by large knuckled hands

untrimmed, yellowing nails.

Welcomed inside the home

after few words exchanged.

Gazing at bare brick walls

and peeling paint.

Children gathered around

fresh meat.

Let go of a deep breath

and I do what I do best.

Smile.

Reviews

[Skye]

I'm dying to read more! I really am loving this, its really refreshing. :)

[SheActsLikeSummer]

Thanks so much, I'm so glad you're enjoying it. You have no idea how much it means to me... or maybe you do, but yeah :)

[Forever Hidden]

Smile was the last sentence. Really good!

[SheActsLikeSummer]

Thanks. :)

[The XYZ Writer]

Its more like a word than a sentence ;)

[Forever Hidden]

Sorry. Common mistake. Sis was on account and didn't log out so commented on her account.