Parental rights

This poem was brought on by a phone call to finalise arrangements for elsie to go back to living at her dads... she is meant to go back on friday night and their dads mother ever so polietly informed me taht they will be unable to take Blake for the weekend as well as they have people coming over...This... infuriated me... and spurred this poem.

She is my blood, she is me

He is my blood, he is me

They are my children

they are my family

You come along

And try to take over

what gives you the right

To think that you can

The rights of a parent

are those of the parents

not of little control freaks

Who think they know best

You choose my daughter

Over my son

And that breaks my heart

to try telling my son why

You try to explain it

To a three year old child

Why his sister can see daddy

While he stays at home

Almost two months without their dad

Drove them to a depressive state

Always begging me to let them see him

And i had to make them wait

Now daddy's better now

Ready to see his children on weekends

But instead of having both kids

He's only seeing one of them

Now this is probably

one of the longest poems ive written

But you can see im rather passionate

When it comes to my children

I earned that right

As a barer and a carer

Where were you when they were ill

Waiting for them to get better

Where were you when my son broke his leg

Spending days in pain, weeks in plaster

Where were you?

Nowhere

Where was I?

I was at his bedside, crying most nights

I died inside when they put him under

While surgery awaits

I was caring for him

when he could not care for himself

I nursed him day and night

Till he reached perfect health

I was with him when the broke the news

That just like Jonathon, he had aspbergers too

I was with him, readind stories, singing songs

I helped him get the brains of a six year old

And where were you when he needed help

You were with friends, only helping yourself

Now that he needs you again

You want to shut him out

Only care for Elsie

Because she is the older one

You say you're nothing like Jason

But you're oh so similar

So cast off my son

Take your precious daughter

But dont expect Blake to be there

When you decide to be his father.

Angela M OBrien

07/06/11