Silence Misquoted Poem by nikki cuthbert

I begged without knowing for your love as a child

I tried to be good, quiet, behave, but for want of a word I was wild.

If you`d asked or questioned or even tried to understand

Maybe taken me in your arms, or held my hand.

If only you`d talked to me, or tried to explain,

The silence was misquoted, it determined my blame.

My mind crushed, heartbroken, a child in care has nothing, no place.

Scared and abandoned, strangers invading my thoughts, my space

I struggled and made lots of childish mistakes,

Learning the hard way. with lifes gives and takes.

My best mistake of all was becoming a young mum.

Unconditional love, was my reward to come.

It was years later, when my thoughts returned to you.

My children pushing the boundaries and me not knowing what to do.

We struggled and we argued and oh boy.. were they wild

But my love, unconditional, my love for my child.

I asked the questions... I tried to understand,

I held them in arms and reached out with my hands.

So I ask you this question Mum, cos i dont understand.

How could you not love me, hold me or take my hand?