In the depths of sorrow's embrace,
I share a tale of heartache and grace.
Of a mother's love torn apart,
By the hands of fate, a painful start.
CPS, a name that echoes loud,
A dance of shadows in a tearful crowd.
They came with questions, suspicions in sight,
To steal my joy, my sweetest delight.
My baby girl, so innocent and pure,
Taken from my arms, my heart unsure.
In the clutches of fear, I watched her go,
A piece of my soul, lost in the undertow.
Years passed by, like a haunting dream,
A cruel reality, it would seem.
My baby boy, a new chapter unfolds,
Whispering secrets, a story untold.
My own mother, once trusted and dear,
Became the captor I desperately fear.
She held my children, like prized treasure,
While I stood helpless, longing for their pleasure.
Every day, my heart aches and yearns,
For the laughter and love, my soul still burns.
The void within, a constant reminder,
Of stolen moments, a love they couldn't hinder.
I miss their smiles, their tender embrace,
Their tiny hands, their innocent grace.
But through the tears, I hold onto hope,
That one day, our bond will no longer elope.
For love knows no boundaries, no length or space,
It transcends the darkness, it finds its place.
I'll fight for justice, for their return,
To mend the wounds, and let love's fire burn.
Until that day, I'll cherish each thought,
Of my baby girl and boy, whom I have sought.
For the love of a mother, unyielding and strong,
Will guide them back to where they belong.
So, I'll write this poem, my heart's lament,
To voice the anguish, the sorrow that's spent.
And as the days pass, I'll keep them in sight,
Praying for solace, for reunion's sweet light.
