If anyone
knows what it feels like to be left without a mother, it’s
Jamie. Her poetry reflects a longing for the mother who seemed to
stop caring years ago, then left Jamie behind wondering what she
had done wrong? Perhaps
from this understanding, Jamie has volunteered to do a very
selfless thing . . . she is bottle-feeding a little orphaned goat
that, in a few weeks will be given to the children at Doss
Assessment Center for their petting zoo.
The children who live at Doss have a greater level of
emotional disturbance than any of the children on the Ranch’s
two campuses; most of them are younger children whose backgrounds
range from unbelievable physical abuse that left scars both inside
and out, to years of sexual abuse, or neglect that often included
near starvation. and deplorable living conditions.
The staff
who work at Doss say the petting zoo, which already has a half
grown goat and a little bunny, is helping the children learn how
to love and care for living things.
The animal therapy program will transfer to the
children’s adult lives as they slowly develop better parenting
skills than the ones they have witnessed in their homes of origin.
Jamie calls
the little goat she is caring for “Butterfly”, because she has
a perfect little white butterfly on her forehead.
And when her charge is strong enough, Jamie will send
Butterfly off with a lot of love and a little sadness, too,
because she will miss her little friend.
But, like any proud parent, Jamie knows Butterfly has an
important purpose to fulfill in this world.
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The poems below were
written by Jamie, age 13: |
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Why
Did You Leave Me?
Why
did you leave me?
You said you wouldn’t leave.
You did anyway.
What
did I do wrong?
You
said you would take care of me.
You didn’t.
You didn’t give me a chance.
Did
you get tired of me?
Why
did you leave me, Mom? |
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I
Wonder
I
wonder . . . if my mother is . . . DEAD?
(I act like I don’t care, but I do.)
I wonder . . . if she ever thinks about me any more?
I
wonder if she talks about me any more?
I
wonder . . . where
she is right now.
I wonder . . . if she has a boyfriend.
I wonder and wonder and wonder,
but I never
get any answers.
Or even a sign. |