Twenty-One Wilted Roses

There is a picture in the room.

One of a beautiful little girl.

Small for her age,

With long blonde hair running past her shoulders,

And blue eyes the color of a swirling sea.

She was seven.

To her left was an older boy.

Tall and stern.

Yet his childish grin led one to think he was younger.

He was only twelve.

And then finally there was one last boy to the right of the girl,

There was a smaller boy.

His eyes were full of innocence.

His smile was big and broad.

And he was clinging to a bunny as if it was his only happiness.

Could he only be four?

The picture was about a year old.

It had really been a year since I had seen any of the perfect children in that picture.

Tom would be thirteen by now.

Mary would be eight.

And soon little Jason would be starting kindergarten.

They were so cute.

They were mine.

I gave birth to them each.

One by one.

I raised them,

Cared for them.

I lived for them.

And then one day someone said that I was not a suitible mother.

Why did they do that?

Because I loved a woman.

I lived with her, I wanted to marry her.

But apparently its wrong for children to have two mothers.

Nope, thats not allowed.

They can not be influenced by "Dykes" as we were refered to.

They were taken to St. Mary's Home For Children.

To be adopted by a loving,

Heterosexual,

Christian,

Republican couple.

Who knows if they are still together?

Who knows how much I miss them?

Love for my kids...

What a price to pay!

One day will the world see how right this is?

Will they?

I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised.
The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.