Change Will Come

A poem by Deeqa Abudulgadir Salaad

Change, a constant in my life

my parents abandoning me cut me like a knife

They took me to a foster home,

“please come and get me,” I said to them, crying on the phone.

I left at eighteen

pushing back the memories of my stay at Aberdeen

I had to change my life

Not letting the strife

Of verbal abuse and beatings

And be excited to see

What the future brings

It is now twenty years

to the day

since my parents walked away.

Since then I’ve found a new one

called Don

Who counselled me out of my troubles and fears.

And has given my stresses a world of cheers.

In whatever situation you are currently in,

Remember, it’s only temporary keep up your chin!

And though your world may be in a spin

Remember to wear a grin!