In my darkest hours of despair and self-pity as invitations go unacceptedas holidays are spent alone as I am ignored, forgotten, cast off while they go on without me as occasions go unremembered unrecognized and unrewarded
In my darkest hours of despair and self-pityas I sit alone while they go onwithout me as if I were not needed as if I am not missed as if I do not never did exist or countor mean anything
One thought kindles a fire that warms my other wise cold and empty soul One thought fills the barren void once brimming over with motherly love affection and attention
I take some comfortand consolationin knowing, believing with every ounce of my soul that each and every one of those who have acted in ways that separate mothers and children will one day relize they have wronged no body escape the truth forever
That every lawyer, and judgeevery social worker, and anyone and everyone who because of what they've done or haven't done to break the sacred bond or keep apart or widen the gap or speak negatively or act in decently or uncaringly
Those who have deliberately or unknowingly contributed to the pain of separation or not contributed to the healing of reunification, Those who aided and abetted
Those who conspired in the conspiracy of tearing apart and putting as under
What God in His great wisdom had joined together now seperated and scattered
They will answer to a higher power will suffer for what they've done
I know this above all else to be true
why is this night different from all others?
Because my children are not with me,
because I am both a motherless child and a childless mother a
abandoned again and again and again
