They Took Him

They Took Him

written by: Tracy Lord

 

They came with paper, not with grace,
No comfort in their practiced face.
A broken girl, a shattered cry,
And all they saw was how, not why.

They saw the bruises, not the hands
That forced her life through shifting sands.
They judged the mess she couldn’t hide,
But never sat down by her side.

She begged for help, she screamed in fear,
But silence was all she got to hear.
They turned their backs, they closed the door,
Then blamed her when she hit the floor.

And then they came—to take her son,
To say the damage had been done.
They said, “He’ll thrive somewhere more safe,”
But tore his world without a trace.

They never saw her hold him tight
Through bloodshot days and sleepless nights.
They never saw her kiss his hair
Or how he smiled when she was there.

They missed the part where love still lived
In hands that shook but tried to give.
They stole the boy, they left the girl—
Another wound in a broken world.

Now I, the mother, hold the ache,
Of two lives fractured by mistake.
And still I rise, though no one sees—
A family crushed beneath their knees.