The Stolen Years

The mother moans

and sobs alone,

for all the stolen years.

For all the times she'll never know

a raging ocean,

full of tears.

For stolen kisses

and stolen hugs,

for her unseen baby - soft and sweet.

For stolen trust and innocence,

for the crimes,

and the deceit.

For stolen rights

and mothers memories,

for abuses, loss and pain.

For stolen years,

time with her child,

that can never be regained.

For her stolen "self",

for her confusion and shock,

for her resistance to waking up.

For stolen years,

and stolen lives,

-the tears never seem to stop.

For the impact on her grandchildren,

also claimed by the stranger's net.

For the never-ending,

generational trauma,

for the stolen years

she could never forget.

The mother moans

and sobs alone,

for all the stolen years.

For all the times she'll never know

a raging ocean,

full of tears.

Kas May- 1999 Copyright