Poetry by Jenna Lynn Williams

My oldest son is
A molester
And his name
Ain't Chester
I need 
Someone in DSS
To help me 
With this mess
He's acting wild
But they say
He's being 
A child
They only 
Make excuses
For when 
He abuses
My little two
Now I don't
Know what
To do
He's in control
Of how things roll
They won't listen to me
About 1, 2 or 3
I miss 
My babies
It's driving 
Me crazy
DSS doesn't care
They just don't 
Want them here
They want david near
It just ain't right
And I'm gonna fight
To the very end
Copyright From A Mother's Broken Heart
4/14/19
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The Pain still hurts
Without u here
Most days I still
Shed a tear
Copyright From A Poet's Heart
4/15/19
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First Easter without you 
1, 3 & 2 
First Easter without you 
What will I do?!
Copyright From A Poet's Heart
4/19/19
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Bring my babies
Back to me
Bring them back
1, 2, & 3
Copyright From A Mother's Broken Heart
4/16/19
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DSS doesn't
Communicate
They can't get
Their shit straight
Copyright From A PISSED OFF Mother's Heart
4/12/19
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Dss
Acts like they're God
Like they're above
Everyone on this sod.
Copyright From A PISSED OFF Mother's Broken Heart
4/9/19
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To our children
We love u
We hope real soon
To c u
To William Ross
Don't b cross
Please forgive me
I'm trying to b
To #2,
Morgan David,
We love u
To #3,
Little Beanie
I miss u
Rubber Ducky
I know this wasn't
Part of the deal
Sometimes it's doesn't
Even seem real
I hope u
R loved
Like from
Up above
Mom & Wisconsin
R making things right
So u can come back
I hope that u might
We really
Miss u
1, 3, &2
We really 
Miss u
And all
That u do
Your smiles
Light up our room
Amd right now
There is gloom
This was not fair
What happened to u
How could someone dare
Do that to u?!
They took u away
During my work day
I didn't get to say goodbye
And now all I do is cry
I hope u're doing well
And I hope u can tell
I'm fighting for u
1, 3, & 2
I hate I'm not there
To show how I care
I hope u're making friends
That'll b there til the end
Copyright From A Mother's Broken Heart
4/7/19
Jennifer Williams is from West Columbia, SC. She's a 34 year old mom of 3 boys ages 12, 7 & 5 and a stepmom to her 25 y/o stepson, 24 y/o stepdaughter, and 19 y/o stepdaughter. Mimi (grandmother) to 3 y/o grandson and 2 y/o granddaughter. She's a caregiver, housekeeper, poet, song writer, and musician. She started writing poetry full time in 2014 as a coping mechanism while she was in a domestic violence marriage. She have since met someone new. She and her new husband  actually met through poetry on Facebook in a poetry group called A Poet's Haven. She is proof that writing is therapeutic and can save lives when there's no one or nowhere else to turn. 
You can stay in touch with Jenna Williams and read some more of her work here:
https://www.facebook.com/JennaWilliams172/

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