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I can only write from the heart when it is broken. This is a poem I wrote about one of our little patients whose soon-to-be stepfather abused him and gave him cocaine. The child is coming to clinic tomorrow, and it reminded me of the poem.
[Title Deleted Because It Is the Real Name]
You were only two months old
When she left you with that man
She trusted.
She planned to spend her life
With that man she thought would be
Your new dad.
When she came home, you were sick.
She took you to the doctor
To find out.
She wept when they took you out
Of her arms, away from him
To save you.
From more cocaine and fractures
And the man she thought was right.
She was wrong.
Now you are safely healed,
In a loving home somewhere.
Is she safe?
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6/27/2003 A true story.
Happy Ending: Mom and child are reunited, happy, and healthy today.
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