Who's to Say

A poem my mother wrote before they took us kids away

Today is the day that I learn if I live or a big part of me dies
To wonder if I'll ever hear the sounds of my little children's cries
Will I get to see my children out at play?
Or will the people with the power take my babies away?
I have missed the sounds if their voices
The warm gentle smiles on their faces.
No other woman I know could take their mother's place.
I have so many fears that I am holding inside.
If they take them away I would rather not live but die.
Who are these people to say who is a good mother or not?
How can you measure the love this one mother feels?
I am not rich, fany clothes they do not wear
But I have taught them right from wrong
and I have tought them how to care.
So here our lives lie in someone elses hands
Lord plase hear my prayers and help me understand.
With this I'll leave it all in your hands.



My mother dedicated this to Allen, Autumn, Chantel and me her children and to every parent who has ever lost a child.