Girl, what were you thinking of
popping all those pills?
Didn't you even stop to think
it's not just about how you feel!

What about the price you paid
for your selfishness?
Was it really worth more than
your children's happiness?

How could you be so selfish
what were you thinking of?
How could you take your life away
from the children who need love?

Didn't those kids mean anything
except the ace you had
That kept from them the love that they
deserved from their dad?

So they were taken away
into stable foster care
Your ability was to be assessed
and their needs to be compared.

So cunning you never notified
all that was underway
To their father whose main concern
was were his children okay?

Your suitability as a parent
was now to be assessed
So what on earth were you thinking
to leave them motherless?

You said that they meant everything
those kids were your world
So why put them through this pain;
why did you do it, girl?

How do you think they feel
now that you have gone?
Did you ever stop to think that
what you did was wrong?

How could you go on popping pills,
and slashing your wrists and arms?
That selfish act will never repair
the damage to those kids you've done.

© Christina
1st May, 2001

"This poem is actually quite sad. I wrote it in anger about someone my husband and I knew who did this ~ slashed her wrists, popped an endless supply of pills and behaved in such a manner of pure selfishness in preventing their father from seeing them...so she couldn't be reported to welfare. She was a scheming and cunning person not to be messed with! And her childern knew no better than what she taught them. All they witnessed with her and the hate they learned, was the damage she inflicted on them ~ can it be repaired? In the end, she died of an overdose....the pills in this border set representing her need to take them."