Tiny baby boy
Screaming in pain
Pain that you caused
And you have the nerve to question why he can't come home with you?
"Why can't I have my baby?"
"He's my baby!" you scream
I'll never forget the look of hatred in your eyes as I walked out of the hospital with that baby... your baby
Baby boy...addicted to cocaine
Just like his mother
The only difference is...
He didn't make the choice...

And as much as I hated the choices you made
As much as I knew that baby didn't belong home with you
I still felt bad
I knew you loved your son... You just loved drugs more
How heartwrenching it must have felt to see someone else walk away with your baby...

And you still can't stay clean long enough to even attempt to get him back...
I don't feel sorry for your baby...
But for you
Because it is you who will miss out on raising such a beautiful child...
You who will miss his first steps...his first words
You may pass him on the streets someday and hear him calling someone else "mommy"
You will be a stranger to him
As you are a stranger to yourself. You lost yourself long ago...lost in your own world...where nothing else matters except you...

10/11/2004

Author's Note: The things I have to deal with in my field of work are definately not always pleasant.

Posted on 10/12/2004
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