Wednesday, September 5, 2012

18 Years

Is it meant to be.....
   that a baby cries for the only voice she knows?
   that a mother grieves for a lifetime?
   that sisters can't share secrets?
   that brothers can't protect?
   that a child loses trust?
   that what's primal doesn't matter?
   that the wound is ignored?
   that birthdays become burdens?
   that her childhood is stolen from her mother?
   that the state says no to who she is?
   that lies become ordinary?
   that a baby can't have the milk made for her?
   that the mother is stolen from the child?
   that a child lives life wondering?
   that a mother lives life searching?
   that strangers hold while family sits empty?
   that children become chattel?
   that money matters more?


  1. No. None of that is meant to be...

  2. No, it isn't. I wish this would become famous. It is perfect.

  3. I hope you don't mind, but I posted this on my blog today. It keeps coming back to me. The painting and the poem...

    1. Of course I don't mind! If something I post resonates with someone I want it to be shared. That's what I do it for. For me, doing this painting represents my daughter's childhood that was stolen from me. It's like 18 years gone up in smoke. I couldn't share it with her, she couldn't share it with her siblings, she couldn't share it with her father, so much was lost and it can never be retrieved.