That November Day
I will never forget that cold day in November.
It will be a day I will forever remember.
Anxiously sitting in the courtroom,
Praying that this day does not end in doom.
All the testifying that day is said and done.
I am nervously awaiting my fate and that of my sons.
The judge is gone but only an hour,
The expression she is wearing is quite dour.
She sits down at her bench and gives her verdict to me.
They are going to take my sons, the three.
She says I am not a good mother,
She says her choice was no other.
I sit there in disbelief and stun,
I cannot believe they are taking my sons!
She won't let me say goodbye,
I am not given the chance to try!
I sit there in that vile room and cry,
Please wake me from this dream and tell me it is a lie.
Unfortunately it is no dream and I lose my breath,
This is hell for me, without the death.
I try to make sense of this some,
But I cannot, I am way too numb!
Life without my babies, this cannot be,
Please someone just answer me!
What I have ever done,
To make me lose my sons?
I thought I was doing right,
By asking for help that night.
God, If only a warning had been given,
I would not have made that decision!
You would think the pain would go away,
It does not, it is still with me today.
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