The young mother has special needs,
She is both voiceless and powerless,
She has been placed in an institution,
She is overwhelmed with confusion,
She resents the intrusion.
The foster carer lies,
She says she soothes the baby when he cries,
The mother held the baby close,
Because she loves her baby most.
The carer takes the baby from his mother,
They stood staring at each other,
The baby cries,
The mother tries to take her baby back,
The foster carer shows no respect,
The mother has no rights at all,
She looks at her baby so fragile and small.
The mother is forced to give her child up,
She is unaware of forced adoption,
For her there is no option,
The psychiatrist wrote she has no capability.
Injustice was plain to see,
She was a victim of a corrupt system,
A new beginning, a sad end,
Some social workers have rhino skin,
They don’t give a toss,
To any of us,
To them we are just a number,
The voiceless, powerless special needs mother. By Dorothy Maude.
poem based on fact.