Written by a friend serving a mission in several orphanages... Follow her here http://blogging4theleastofthese.blogspot.com/2011/10/if-you-were-my-mom.html
If You Were My Mom
If you were my mom you would help me to thrive,
Instead I lie in this crib, barely able to survive.
If you were my mom you would teach me to walk
Instead I’ll spend all day in this crib.
If you were my mom, you would teach me to talk
Instead I’ll withdraw into my own world, where no talking is required.
If you were my mom, I’d have lots of friends and visitors
Instead, I lie in a room so awful visitors aren’t allowed.
If you were my mom, you’d take me everywhere,
Instead I go nowhere, I am lucky to even get some fresh air.
If you were my mom, you would cuddle me and take me to the doctor when I’m sick,
Instead I lie alone in this crib, or a hospital bed.
If you were my mom, you’d get me medicine to stop my self-injurious behaviors
Instead, I am either given nothing, or I’m sedated.
If you were my mom, you’d give me my own wardrobe,
Instead everything is shared among my groupa, and I don’t even have a real diaper.
If you were my mom everything would fit just right,
Instead I wear whatever is most convenient, regardless of whether it fits.
If you were my mom, I’d hug you and kiss you
Instead, I suck my hands, bang my head, and rock back and forth.
If you were my mom, you’d teach me to feed myself slowly,
Instead I will keep believing every meal must be ate in a hurry.
If you were my mom I would go to bed in adorable warm pajamas,
Instead I just sleep in my clothes.
If you were my mom, I would have preferences in what I eat,
Instead, I am grateful for every bite I get.
If you were my mom, you’d fight to get me the right schooling
Instead, they’ll label me unable to learn.
If you were my mom, you would rock me to sleep,
Instead I rock myself so hard I cause myself injuries and hair loss.
If you were my mom, you would cherish me,
Instead, they can’t see why anyone would want me.
If you were my mom, I’d thrive surrounded with friends and family
Instead, I’ll die alone in this crib.
This is the reality of these poor kids... especially if they start to get "too old"