The Day My Mother Was Sent Away
children-of-prisoners personal-narrative poetry
The day my Mother was sent away
The day my mother was arrested was the beginning of my life’s destruction.
No one will ever actually understand me until their mother is legally separated from them.
I know what my mother did was wrong, or against the law, but I already don’t have a father now they done took away my mother.
I can’t seem to understand this, for where is my mandatory love, attention, discipline, understanding, and home education gonna come from?
A lot of people assume that my mother is the cause of these changes. But regardless of who cause such problems, the consequence are not solving them.
For so long I tried to make sense out of these state rules and regulations, but for some reason I can’t understand why there isn’t any alternative punishment for crime-convicted mothers with babies.
I know this may not be true, but is the state trying to rectify the problem, prolong it, or maybe just create something totally new? Hmm, I truly don’t know.
I’m now an older lady with children of my own, facing many issues not only within myself, but also the issues of my mother, who I impatiently await to re-meet.
I sometimes ask myself if this punishment my mother and I are receiving is accurate. In all honesty I say it is not, for this was my mother’s first offense and the crime was not violent.
But still, the state changed my life goals and also the goals of my mother, my children, and my sisters and brothers
the day my Mother was sent away.