We are the Family, the Mama’s and the Papa’s and we want what is best for our Boy’s.

But like him our hands are tied and we have all cried, the many times we have been made to feel like we have committed grave crime,
Like him we have no voice, no choice in it all, never thinking for a moment our family could fall, into the kind of place where there is no space, to even crawl.
I am a lucky one, for as well as a son, I have a daughter who has two of her own, so you see at least I have two grandchildren I will always know, not the three I knew, just the two that remain.