A poem -anonymous

I have to remind myself daily that you exist
And while I'm here in my everyday
Alternating in a pattern between work and home
I wonder if you've moved
And I find myself selfish
Angry at those who come home without you
and angry at the wooden rails
that surround your body
Finding them responsible for you captivity
representing the society that will sooner
cage your body then free spirit
I try not to picture you hungry
An empty hope that your basic needs are met
And when my own heart beats
its a pulsating reminder that this freedom:
this constant beating comes with responsibility
and again I'm drawn to you
But images of your year older face
hits me like bricks
breaks my stride at best, and tries the strength
of my back on the days I try to picture
how you really are.
Bags under your eyes I've never seen in a toddler
and in pictures now engraved in some permanent
kinda ink on my heart, I've never seen a smile
Do you smile?
I don't picture you abused, not likely beaten
or bruised,
I don't see them angry
I see them indifferent, neglecting your existence
Warehousing your body like faulty product
and closing their eyes to your perfection
and am I any better than that in my silence?
I could give you statistics
Tell you about toddlers, mental institutions and death
But this poem is about is about a child
and my heart
Joining the two together in words
And coming out of the silence.