It is August and the air through my window is icy on my skin.
It is 2022 and the joy of life has been crushed to paper thin.
Its my 71st year but I feel as young as I did at twenty four.
The friends I loved are dead and gone, living life no more.
My memories tug at my smile and sometimes I laugh out loud.
Others make me wince and frown, I was wrong or just a coward.
My grandkids have been poisoned, over and over by force.
I see them wan and terribly pale, thin and I feel remorse.
I cannot criticise their mum, she’s a weak willed fragile soul.
I can only weep alone in silence and distant from my role.
I wanted to be the mum of ten. I wanted to nurture and fix.
But my only child is now a man whose heart is broken to bits.
His five children are remote from him, they never hear his voice.
Their little lives are a struggle, there has been no other choice.
A judge believed a heinous lie and broke his family apart.
Sent him into homelessness, to break his ties and start….
All over again, with a broken heart and only me to care.
My son, so loving, giving and good - smashed beyond repair.
Torn, with half his soul in shreds, he came back to me destroyed.
He cares for me, his worn out mum; he keeps me from the void.
But I can see that the music died and his heart can never sing
With joy to see his children grow and reap the best of him.
I ask this glorious universe to open up a way
Lit with soft and gentle light for him to reach that special day.
The day that exists in the future somewhere.
The day when his unspoken dream is there.
When they are happy. His precious kids again.
Make it so! Mote it be! Dispel this unjust pain.
All it takes (in the UK) is for a woman to claim, without proof or witness, that her man is violent and BOOM he is suddenly painted as an outcast from his own home! I watched her stand in court and lie until she faked a faint.... then her new boyfriend picked her up! Yes, you saw that right.
This new boyfriend was why she accused my son of assault, got him arrested and thrown out of his home on a freezing February night in 2016. I had to drive across country, from Bristol to pick him up with one bin liner of tatty clothes and a silent frozen stunned expression. She was cool about it, having gone out shopping that morning, leaving my son looking after the 4 little ones. He had the baby in a body sling and 3 tots around his feet when the police suddenly arrived and arrested him. She returned to the house as soon as he was gone and we later heard that the boyfriend moved in within days.
I have been hoping we see my grandchildren for six years so far.... they won't recognise us now! We see photos of them on Facebook and all of them are too skinny for my liking. Their mum will have them vaccinated because she always obeys social services or authorities. She is terrified that the kids will be taken into care if she does not. One of the things that my son was strict about was NO VACCINES of any sort. As soon as she got rid of him, she would have taken them for their multiple jabs.....
I tried to get access but she is terrified of me too. Apparently my rights as a grandmother are not worth a light.
Been there, seen that, done it. Over 10 years of legal battles & walked away with nothing. Far too easy to make false allegations with no recourse for telling such lies. My parents, like you Frances, had been cut off from my sons. I worried about the moral standards my boys would be raised in. Her new boyfriend wanted to play daddy to my sons whilst he abandoned his own 2 daughters. I firmly believe that karma will come get these people. Best wishes to you Frances, hope you are well? Missing you from social media x