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.