Here’s a heartfelt poem from a kinship carer. This poem has been shared anonymously.
Hey it’s me, I’m the annoying voice you call but often don’t want to hear – Your Mother.
I’m the person you reach out to but then reject. I absorb your pain, hold you tight time after time and never give up on you – Your Mother.
I’m the warmth that your son and daughter see every morning and often most of the night. I give your children that warmth selflessly because they are part of you. I’m home playing with your children, reading, bathing and taking your place making sure you can stay in touch with them, and praying for no aggro to enter our safe space – Your Mother.
I’m the tired grandma crawling on the floor playing dinosaurs. I’m the Mum hoping you don’t drink tonight, but understanding your pain as if it were my own – Your Mother.
I’m the loud voice standing my ground, speaking up for your children. I’m the Mum that never considered not stepping up, I’m the Grandma that won’t sit down and I’m the woman that blinks back tears when she hears you sob in pain and hears the clink of glass as you both hit the drink again – Your Mother.
I’m the one fighting your corner silently, willing you to be strong enough to leave – Your Mother.
I’m your Mum, today, forever and always but please stop drinking. Your children need you more than a pub ever will. What will it take for you to see what you are missing – Your Mother.
I’m the one that has to go to the hospital and take your baby from you, whilst you cry in pain – Your Mother.
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