Care.

The opportunities for travel have been limited.
Social interaction diminished all but gone.
No outstanding recognition from our friends and family members, no remarkable events reported on.
Those in our acquaintance and wider society, infrequently acknowledge our success or notoriety.
Our life together simple and mundane, outstanding insignificance our only claim to fame.
Some say that what we did was wonderful, others called it sacrifice or duty, we took kids from ugly situations, restored their self worth, convinced them of their beauty.

We took children lost and abandoned, quietly we tucked them 'neath our wing.
Gave them a home and a place within our family, gave them a voice, and encouraged them to sing.

I like to think some day they'll remember, and when they look back they might recall, the noise and the laughter in the kitchen and the lounge, the tears and the tantrums in the bedrooms and the hall.
Children who were lonely and abandoned, children whom we could not claim were ours.
We rescued them from stormy tides and turmoiled blackened skies, nurtured them with care like rain on summer flowers.
From toddler to adolescence, through stormy teenage stages, we calmed the stormy tides, and the sadness and the rages, in all their darkness, sadness and despair, we gave them hope to cling to, security and love, kept them safe and warm within our care.