You cannot know how it felt inside,
to see my child’s body lumped no longer live,
but the worst was the scrutiny that I had to bear,
that somehow I was the guilty party here.
I tried everything that a mother could do,
to point authorities in the directions to pursue,
but they were so concentrated in on me,
that they could not see the proper way to be.
I lasted for as long as I could to hold up my name,
but I could not sustain with the shame and blame,
and when illness finally took me to her side,
it eclipsed my pain to be reunited with my child.
Poem & Photo by Therese Gramercy, copyright 2010, all rights reserved. |