Fourth Stanza - from Here in this house

(Author unknown - fourth stanza from Here in this house)

I can trust arms that hold, hands that touch...
knowing that, no matter what they do, they
do it for the good of me.
If I am ill, I will be doctored.
If scared, I will be calmed.
If sad, I will be cheered.
No matter what I look like, I will be considered
beautiful and thought to be of value.
I will never be cast out because I am too old,
too ill, too unruly, or not cute enough.
My life is a responsibility, and not an afterthought.
I will learn that humans can almost, sometimes, be
as kind and as fair as dogs.

Here in this house...
I will belong.
I will be home.