Reunification


He was stolen from me
He was robbed of his life
A forceful hit to the head
Did the work of a knife

They said I might do him harm
They said I was the threat
In a cruel home he was placed
That ended in his death

Jump this hurdle
And jump that hurdle too
Wait you're doing too well
Here's another hurdle for you

Reunification was the goal
At least that's what they said
But a reunification is impossible
When my son is fucking dead!

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My son died while in foster care.