The Lost Children by Andrew Scott
My name is Angelic and I was five years old
when I left this earth and became an angel.
You see I was taken away from my family
by government caretakers
because my real family could not
take care of themselves, let alone me.
So the powers that be placed me
with a family that was considered
a loving couple who could not have children,
like me, of their own.
What no one knew was that
they did not want little children in their lives,
only the amount on a printed, government cheque
and to receive the admiration
of the people in the outside world.
My new family did not drink
or use any substance really.
They were addicted to everything
being in a certain, quiet order.
My young tears would make them angry.
Now my name is a piece of paper on a pile
as my death was swift and to them, an accident.
There was a slight push down a flight of wooden stairs
that was rapidly explained away to the investigators
that the government sent to prove the accident.
There are so many names
in this pile of hidden papers.
Out of sight, out of mind.
That is how this dark room is lit.
Name of lost children that were saved
by being placed in foster care.
Moved into homes picked by the same
officials that verified our accidental deaths
That would be never fully explained.
Piles of names that our protectors
do not care about in this world
or just your lost children.
©Andrew Scott – Just A Maritime Boy 2017
Bio: Andrew Scott is a native of Fredericton, NB. During his time as an active poet, Andrew Scott has taken the time to speak in front of a classrooms, judge poetry competitions as well as published worldwide in such publications as The Art of Being Human, Battered Shadows and The Broken Ones. His books, Snake With A Flower, The Phoenix Has Risen and The Storm Is Coming are available now