The day she took your children

Her mind still hears the cries.

She stood within your presence

And she felt like she would die.

They say the law is clear

What she does is sanctioned here.

Within her heart she knows it’s wrong

The job will kill her if she carries on.

She walks into your home and you cannot hear

Her limbs they are shaking with each growing fear.

The police stand beside her to ensure that she is safe

The faces of the family are filled with pain and hate.

She hopes that the family would never have to part

The judge has decreed so the process it must start.

When she goes home some tears she will shed

She holds her child close to her as thoughts run through her head.

When she works with you, her new goal is this

To get your child back home, even if you resist.

She says she cannot live this life and it’s slowly killing me

Her soul is spent and her conscience must be free.

Her superiors say to her, you did a good job today

She knows that she can’t keep living out her life this way.

She has to be free of this role that she’s in

Or her soul will be eaten and her body will grow thin.

As she drives by their house no life can be seen

The evening before is  a cloud over the sea.

She wonders if their children have cried in their sleep.

Her heart aches for them and she prays they will find peace.

The role she was in last night other’s cast for her.

She later tried to help them as they pled for their child.

She called someone higher and stopped the process cold

She later gets told that she should not have made the call

Toes had been stepped on and protocol not followed.

That she was family focused and not centered on the child.

The child was returned to home the harm done only mild.

She faced a reprimand for the child going there.

No one seemed to see that this woman really cared.

If you don’t tow the line then you face being fired.

And damage will be seen later years in the adult child.

They say they wish they had remained with the family home

Their lives have been scarred the attachment is gone

A childhood has been taken and in therapy they vent.

She looks back to her colleagues with heart-felt sympathy

And wonders how long it will take for them to leave like she?

Author Unnamed

July 2010