Hey, Mr. Foster carer,
You’re doing a mighty fine job,
Yes, you do deserve praise,
But I haven’t seen my grandchildren for over a hundred days,
You see them every day,
Do you think that it’s ok,
That I don’t see them at all,
I read them bedtime stories when they were very small,
I find it overwhelming, they are not taught to value me,
Do you talk to them about me
I am their family,
It is my blood running through their veins,
You can’t see my tears and my inner pains,
They shouldn’t be taught to disrespect me.
They have turned their backs on me,
I will always be their family. by Dorothy Maude.
I wrote this poem because as a grandmother I am going through a hard time at the moment. I haven’t seen my grandchildren for almost 4 months. The support worker claims that I touched my grandchildren inappropriately.
I have never touched or had any unnatural thoughts towards my grandsons. I don’t know why this woman should fabricate such a story about me. She has even influenced my grandchildren to come up with the same story. Social workers have now told me that my grandchildren don’t want to see me, well that’s ok by me, they won’t be institutionalized forever. Then we will see.!!!!!!!!