I miss you my children; I birthed you though pain. My body fed you, I tried, but I'll never see you again. According to grandma we all should have been aborted; a two faced liar, she stole you, who I am is now distorted. Will you remember me and all I did to try to keep you safe? The life I tried to make for you, the sacrifices made? So young you won't remember, except the lies that you are told. I've be cut out of your lives like a cancer, dead and cold. I hope that you remember how it used to be, before grandma took you to fulfil her selfish greed. How we'd go out on adventures and I'd put my anxieties behind, to give you opportunities to experience life and feel alive. How I put up with abuses so you didn't have to take them, how grandma left us to suffer in her mess, and it was me that she condemned. I'm sorry that you had to pay the price for being born to me, a unloved child become mother, who was drowning in the sea. I tried to stay afloat for you, I really always did, but I