I’ve been a mum since I was 17,
Always kept my house clean,
Now I’m nothing but a photograph,
Sitting in a frame of glass.
Can’t wait ‘til this chapter ends,
When mum and I can both be friends
I miss my babies every day,
How could my mother take my sons away?
I regret so many things I’ve done,
I thought that it was harmless fun.
I’ve missed two birthdays and a Christmas now,
All because Mum and I row.
It’s been 12 months since I’ve seen my boys,
All I can do is buy them poxy toys,
One day we will meet again,
Until then it’s just all pretend.
There are no words to describe my pain,
Wish I never stuck a needle in my vein,
My mind was all out of whack,
A two-year panic attack.