#motherspain

[adyingbreedme]

What do you see? #gonetosoon💔 #motherspain

[emilyiannielli]

Their precious ones They always say that loss is difficult but when an infant dies it's heart wrenching and it takes a long time for a mother to recover after going through her pregnancy only to lose her baby. Sometimes life seems unfair and cruel and answers just make the pain more real. No parent wants to hear their baby has died. It's the worst heartbreak a parent has to suffer through. No one understands why many babies live and one baby dies. Why is it that an infant has to get sick and die after only a few months or dies at birth or is stillborn? Women also are at risk during child birth and sometimes the baby survives but the mother dies which is a whole other tragedy of life's unfairness. I could never imagine the pain a mother suffers after losing her infant baby. It's a pain I'd never want to go through. It takes a great deal of strength for the father to support his wife after such a tragedy while they both are suffering through it. Sometimes they say that babies who die are chosen. They are the angels for they have never sinned and are automatically granted this since they barely had lived life if at all. No one knows why one lives and one dies. We don't have the vision to know what happens or will happen. Life is life and death is death and the poor innocent infant babies who never really had a chance at life will always be loved by their grieving parents and will forever in their hearts be Their precious ones. #infantdeath #cemetery #motherspain #mother #motherhood #pregnancy #tragedy #heavyheart #babycemetery #holyroodcemetery #thepreciousones #spokenword #spokenwordpoetry #spokenwordartist (at Cemetery of The Holy Rood)

[moonleaflove]

The saddest person can breathe SO MUCH light into the world when they finally find their reason to smile. Missing someone or something is an unbearable pain ... it's an ache that's never slow to leave, and sometimes it stays forever. It's the staying that's unbearable. The "undying ache," I call it. Missing a child—whether living or not, baby or grown—it all aches the deepest. Some of us WANT that ache never to leave ... because THAT would mean we somehow forgave ourselves for our mistakes, and we know damn well we never will. #missingyourheart #depressionaches #motherslove #motherspain 🍃💜🍃

[lifeocity]

Parental Alienation Syndrome

I was being stalked and harassed by the Commonwealth of Massachusetts and being told I am a horrible mother, person and should be ashamed of my life, soul and being. Premeditated fabrications, disapproval from tracking my child’s phone and producing a tell-all YouTube channel. I had all the paper-trail I needed to resolved the allegations and even proved them as lies within the first week of her plot. All those who were responsible for listening, were so unprofessional and insensitive, every worry I had, they went and indulged my child with. The details are too boring to waste you brain’s space on needing to bother with. It all started and ends with a set of demonic earth-walkers, who go around and collect people and buy people’s companionship. These were the people, who the same Commonwealth had felt were good enough to adopted me. Or was it because my case worker was involved in real estate dealings with my foster family, that the gunshot aimed at my head, didn’t matter. Being sat on by them, as a six-year-old, didn’t matter. Nothing that you would never want to see or experience, as an already severely abused child in foster care (back in the early 80’s), mattered. It’s all water under the bridge, at this point. Through much misconduct, disgrace and constant power and abuse from my “parents”, I learned to raise myself and not let the puppeteer, pulls my stings, to dance to their desires. The big picture began to come clear in my mid-twenties. I was loyal past that point but on 4/5/13, after several more abusive experiences, to the extent of murdering my companion, my friend 5 or so years ago. I was done. I knew they were demonic and has no idea how negative they were impacting the this world, my world, my child’s world. As a mother, I began seeing protection as the focus that connected them to us. Being the last to know that the bells and whistles that came with them, was too addicting and desirable to my child, they ended up “collecting my child”, in the Spring of this year. So now, we are entering the Autumn this year is going to offer us. With this character assassination, I had to do a lot of reflecting. After months and months of reflecting, I came to the realization, I should not have to change who I am, because someone or people, do not like me, are offended by me, or feel that free, unconditional, love and money having to be earned, was not good enough for them. I have now, more than ever, deep seeded trust issues. I am NOT a bad mother. I NEVER harmed my child and everyone involved knows this. I have broken the cycle of abuse, by raising my child in a child abuse-free home for well over a decade. 5 months and my child has not spoken a word to me but keeps telling those paying for her party, she is too “enraged” to speak to me, still. The Commonwealth has not provided her one therapy session in the time that she has been gone. I signed her to their care to keep her off the streets and keep tabs on her. It was a mockery. My rights have been violated and infringed upon in nearly every way, according to the laws of this state of this nation I live in. I have had my family deunified and shattered, because the system and those responsible for maintaining it, failed. I share this info with you, as many of you are close friends. I chose you as a close friend, it does not need to be reciprocated, it just needs to be. By keeping the duct tape over my mouth and my hands tied, I realized, this situation was making me, not who I am. My Constitutional rights have been violated as well. I didn’t matter to anyone, not even my own flesh and blood. Because other people change, does not demand that I change to. I liked who I was. I was, wait, AM proud of the great mother I am and all the love and protection I offered my child. I must let my chrysalis become a caterpillar, turn into a butterfly and let her fly, on her own. Let her fly into the places of help that call her and set that sense of fire in the pit of her heart and soul. I will walk through the fields, forests and parks, looking for my butterfly. Praying for her flight to be all she has chosen it to be. I pray for her safety, sanity and that God will direct her gently to a place of realization and remorse. Throwing away a parent because the grass is sunnier on the other side of the fence is not what makes a meaningful life. I just want her life to be meaningful and safe. Even if my child doesn’t think she needs me. I will always love and need her.

[soulflowerblossoms]

Mother's Faint Child Sleeps

Awake in the morning to a faint sound in The bedroom beside you - lift your eyes with No face to see - no voice to hear - Mother calls your name Knock at your door No answer? Unlock the door Open the door Cries awake from mother’s womb Pain of birth drifts through the waters of a fallen child Body lies below you with a lifeless breath Head on pillow – the eyes closed Sleeping body drifted into a sleeping soul into the chambers of a buried life Awake at another time to another chance at a better time.

[dslowedreams]

lessons my mother gave me

My mother and I are strangers strung together by god and welded by disappointments.

She would bake cookies in hopes to bury her shame and if that did not work she would sleep until she could find some happy.

She hardly ever found happy though.

I watched her light grow dim time and time again.

I could give her nothing but the gleam in my eye and the shrug of my shoulders.

I could not make whole what time had torn to shreds in the form of idle words and broken promises.

What this life could give her was two little hands and one dimpled chin and even in my failure I remain her pride.

I witnessed countless tears bruise my mothers cheek.

I could only hope that one day the soil would be made rich by all the sorrow that has watered it.

I have since learned that you are only as good as the word that you keep and the lies you don’t get caught in.

-D.S. Lowe