I looked into the eyes of my beautiful newborn
His sweet eyes unblinking
Before I could let him know how much he meant to me
He was taken away.
I listened to his cries for help
Yet I could do nothing but scream for them to bring him back
I thought that they had taken everything from me
But then they began to take my milk
The milk meant for my child.
They continued to take from me
Until there was nothing else to give
I spent everyday thinking about my lost children
What had they done to them?