Playground sounds leaves me weak
With a jealous heart I hear them speak.
Judged I feel, I’m not complete
A child’s love is what I seek
Little fingers, tiny toes
The little things I will never know.
Fire trucks and teddy bears
The night he kicked me down the stairs.
Robbed I was, my body betrayed
My purpose lost, an innocent slain.
No fairy tales and nursery games
Little boy blue, asleep in your grave.
I stand at the school gates
And watch your friends
Even if it is only pretend.
If my boy had grown, 6 he’d be
1st day of school, the novelty
A kiss good bye, a little tear
And off he’d go, his first year
All of this is now a dream
Robbed I was
of what should’ve been.
Written for myself and others who know how it feels to have your babies taken from you.