This composition is about the horrors of families' parental rights being eroded in family courts and witnessing their children being sentenced to live life without them. See, I was watching television the other day and a young boy was being sentenced for a crime that he should not have committed. I saw people in the court, and I do not know if they were his parents or not, but what concerned me was that, when the young man spoke, trying to reconcile for his wrong, he spoke of growing up and aging out of the foster care system. That troubles me, because it seems that one out of every 10 children grows up in foster care or without a father. They are asked to grow up in foster care, and if a family does not choose them, then they have to grow up without values and direction, which could have saved them from the vices of the streets. I grew up in foster care, after my parents could not get along, and my grandmother decided that beating the hell out of me was not changing my behavior. My siblings and I experienced foster care differently from the children of today, because I believe that the people who supervised the children in the agencies or homes were less abusive and more caring. Therefore, for the children and staff at the Denby Children's Home and St. Francis Home for Boys, I dedicate this chapter to the lives of the people who society may never have known or have forgotten. I may be opening a can of worms coming off the critique of child family services in my book Early Departures for the Sun; however, my experience of the system could result in significant changes. There is a sad procedure in our society where people have unprotected sex, wait for the child to be born, then throw it to the wolves of the community with inappropriate parenting.
©2012 Urian R. Sturgis Sr. (P)2017 Urian R Sturgis Sr.