Original poem by me “Simpler times”. Nothing impressive, just a short poem.

Here’s to the simpler times. When I was surrounded by family, before I was taken into foster care at the age of four. Before I had my childhood taken from me. Before I had to grow up before my time. Before I had to raise and take care of myself because foster parents wouldn’t take care of me. Before my innocence was taken. Before my heart and soul was broken into a million pieces. Here’s to simpler times.