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A FORGOTTEN ANGEL
Who was she? They wondered
No one knew her name
Where did she live? They wondered
No one ever saw her playing
How old was she? They wondered
Did she have any friends?
What happened? They wondered
Will this travesty ever end?
Who hurt her? They wondered
How did she die?
Who are her parents? They wondered
As they started to cry
This foster child was invisible
Like so many children before
And Child Services never questioned
what happened, behind those closed doors
And like many children before her
And for those children to come
If we don’t’ stand up for these angels
Then they’ll live in fear, they’re done
The laws are not changing fast enough
And decisions need to be made
If we don’t protect these little angels
We will be looking down at many more graves
The foster system is still failing these kids
As it has failed these kids before
It’s time to unite and make changes happen
And find justice for this little girl
© Giggles the Poet
September 1, 2019
“Change will never truly come if indifference remains the standard of care.”
Hello, my angels,
God has been great today and shared many beautiful words with me.....
My Angels, this poem is a reminder of a broken Foster Care System. I was one of these children, lost and forgotten at the age of 5 taken from an abusive home and placed in more. I could have become a statistic, no one hears you, and no one cares. HOPE REIGNS
I lived in foster care for 12 years, from the time I was taken from my abusive parents when I was 5 years old, until my attempted suicide at the age of 12-13. Nobody listened.....
After I left the hospital, I was placed in a girls Reform school, for Juvenile delinquents, it was supposed to be a temporary placement until another foster home could be found, but I was forgotten, and nobody ever came back for me. I was there until I turned seventeen.
That was the safest place I remember living.
I lived in so many different homes, I lost count and I also lost memories. I have memories of the abusive foster people, I have no memories of me, I have no memories of being in school, having friends, although I’ve seen pictures of me with friends, it brings back no remnants of a lost childhood, but, “You’re always the new kid in school.
You’re always adjusting, you’re always losing friends,” “Sometimes it’s instant. You don’t have time to say goodbye. You’re just gone one day from school, or gone from wherever,” as if you’ve never existed…
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According to the census, a total of 17,410 households in Canada contained at least one foster child aged 14 and under in 2011. More than half — 57 percent — were households with married couples; about 12 percent were common-law couples and 14 percent were lone-parent families.
Of the foster children counted, 8,590 were aged four and under; 11,455 were teens aged 15 to 19. a total of 320 deaths in the past five years alone.
But what I found out was the number of deaths of children who had been out of the childcare system for less than a year. Global News surveyed the country to try and determine the number of deaths of those children. Shockingly, we discovered many provinces don’t keep track.
Ontario is one of the few provinces that does. And in that province alone, since 2009, 57 children have died less than 12 months after their case with Children’s Aid had been closed.
But if you combine that with the number of children who have died while in care and the number of children who have died while living at home with their families, but have an open file with Children’s Aid, the total number is over 500 since 2009.
That’s between 90 -120 deaths each year, and about one death every three days.
“When I hear 100 – 120 I think Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday – a child connected to care dies. Thursday, Friday, Saturday – a child connected to care dies,” says Irwin Elman, Ontario’s Child Advocate.
“If somebody thinks the child welfare system is completely without holes and doesn’t need looking at in terms of how we protect children then how do you explain that?”
HOPE REIGNS
Love and hugs
Giggles the Poet
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Good night my angels I hope you sleep tight
Leave the past in the past walk without fright
This beautiful day is coming to an end
I hope you made great memories with your family and friends
Go to sleep with gratitude and silently pray
That tomorrow will be an even greater day
And as you start out each morning always know
That the more you learn the greater your mind will grow
Good night sweet angels I hope you feel very proud
God gives you choices so stand out in the crowd
Tomorrow could be a greater memory don’t let it slip away
Set your intentions then be on your way
(c) Giggles the Poet
April 13, 2018
11:19 pm
Don’t take your past into the future it will create chaos
God leads the way
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Angel, if you’re looking for a shoulder to cry on
Then, God led you to the right place
Dry your eyes and I'll help move you forward
Because it's those tears that you’ll learn to replace
Angel, if you’re interested in changing your journey
Then, you need a way out, you need a change
When you live in silence, nobody takes notice
That you have grown, let's get you out of that cage
You must become aware of what you're thinking each day
Then look inside to where you feel the most pain
Write down all your thoughts as you think them
Because through awareness, you'll change the game
So, if you’re looking for a shoulder to cry on
I’ll be here, dry your tears and move on
Because, when you take hold of your thinking, you’ll begin healing
And you’ll wake up a soul that has been asleep for too long..
© Giggles the Poet
April 8, 2017
Nobody said changing would be easy, and Rome wasn't built in a day either...lol But, look at how beautiful it is.??
At times it will be very uncomfortable, but that is just your mind and body detoxifying.....When you listen to Sound Therapy, you'll feel it quicker, but at the same time, its the most gratifying experience you'll ever go through. And in the end, you actually thank yourself for sticking it out.
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YOU RAISED ME HIGHER
Lord, you raised me from a child
Have stood by me as I walk miles
Trying to find faith and peace
A home, a friendly face, at least
I had no home, no parents, and no friends
The trauma I saw, I didn’t think would end
As I grew in darkness, I grew in your light
I saw two sides of people, like day and night
Lord, as I grew older, I learned to be
The greatest version you gave me
My soul is pure, and my vision was clear
You always helped me when in fear
I moved away from the rock, at Seventeen
I was full of hope, so full of dreams
I got to live, for six beautiful years
I laughed out loud with friends, I shed no tears
But, at Twenty-two I was brought down
Life was taken from my body, dreams crushed on the ground
And you always stood by, protecting me
While I met the hell, everyone refused to see
Lord, you raised me up higher, when I fell down
You kept my mind and soul, safe and sound
When I prayed for hope at all cost
You always raised me up when I was lost
Lord, they broke my body, and almost my mind
I fought a cruel system, lost in so many crimes
Years passed slowly, but, I refused to give in
I believed there was more, Lord, you were my friend
Thirty-five years later, I'm stronger, I am still alive
I broke all their rules because I would not comply
Now I sit in my home, in peace and faith
I see a different future, I'm in a different place
My mind is power, I am light
Now, I guide your angels, day and night
And what you speak, I freely share
To let them know there is someone always there
I survived much more, my angels, you will too
Look closely at your real mind, God shows a truth
Nothing in the darkness can take you down
Unless you make it the king and give it a crown.....
(c) Giggles the Poet
April 1, 2018
2:32 p.m.
I MADE IT AND SO CAN YOU
MAKE YOUR MIND YOUR BITCH ;)
Change your story, change your fate
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I've been writing since sun up...lol and it's awesome. Everything I see, each picture, what I read, everything I train on, God supplies me with a poem. I also wrote another e-book, and made 10 covers for the next ones....lol. I"m bouncing off the walls....lol plus, I have new training to learn, which, will produce more poems...lol it's not against the law to smile this much, thank heavens. I need 6 arms and another 2 of me to keep up.....lol
If you would like an e-book, some mind magic, my email is up here, please don't hesitate to contact me, if you have specific issues, ex: depression, anxiety, etc, let me know and I'll make a mix of music specifcally geared to help reduce and eliminate these ailments....I have, as does my clients. Soooo..that would be a pleasure.
I am so blessed and grateful for all that I've done this day, and I know...If I see tomorrow, that too will be new perspectives waiting to be written.
Take advantage of every waking momnet....because, tomorrow never comes, until you awaken :) And then awaken with gratitude and blessings, blessing yourself and everyone.
SURVIVORS AND WARRIORS
Lord, we will never give up
And we won’t keep looking down
We have you to protect us
As our answers are found
We’ve walked through the deserts
We saw mountains and climbed to the top
We crawled when we needed to
And we will never stop
There’s a voice that keeps calling
And there’s always a hidden door
Lord, we are your true warriors
And we decided that we’ll take no more
There is too much ignorance, and when it reigns
We see the people that turn away
Lord, as long as we have your protection
We will be ready for, we’re here to stay
We thank you again, sweet Jesus
We aren’t kings, we have no castle, no crown
But, we are true survivors and true warriors
Our faith, our strong spirit will turn things around’
© Giggles the Poet
April 18, 2018
11:56 p.m.
Angels, the only skills we didn’t train to get are the skills of survival, surviving. That is the only thing it seems that is instinctual. And those skills kicked in at the age of five. Funny, the things we forget, we try to remember, and the things we remember we try to forget. Rather unusual thinking. The only skill we’ll never forget is survival. Lord, you gave us many gifts, and for that, there is gratitude….
I just got another great program...more magic :) Do you want a library card...lol
Walk with love and light
Giggles the poet
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Hello my angels, each day that i wake, i realize that God has blessed me with many beautiful gifts.....and that is my mission, to write and share his beautiful words of hope, faith and courage....We are survivors and will always find a way :)
God bless and may you have a great life and mind journey :)
I THANK YOU, LORD
I thank you, Lord, for giving me hope
And for giving me all these beautiful gifts
I thank you, Lord, for my eyes, health, and breath
And for this beautiful life, I still get to live
I thank you, Lord, for this beautiful day
For the warmth in the rising sun
I thank you for my ability to learn more
And knowing when I fail, that I've still won
I thank you, Lord, for my beautiful friends
And for the love of my growing family
And I thank you, the most for this beautiful mission
And that faith that you always have in me
I thank you Lord, and at the end of the day
I am grateful for each thing that helps me grow
And I thank you, Lord, for this beating heart
As I reap new rewards in the seeds that I sow
© Giggles the Poet
April 11, 2018
1:31 p.m.
AMEN
Angels, life is not a dress rehearsal, make each day count, count your blessings, despite what circumstances you're in.....know they can change.
Walk with love and light
MAKE YOUR MIND YOUR
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I find hope from a small ray of sunshine
It's my comfort from God through distress
I can rest with some peace for the moment
And know that each day I am doing my best
I find strength when the sun shines upon me
And with this strength comes a greater will to survive
And within the silence that always surrounds me
I know God's warm sun has helped keep me alive
I feel power that comes from this knowledge
And I know when I wake every morn
That God has played a big part in my healing
And his love has sheltered me from every storm
© Giggles the Poet
1998
1985, the year my life and world changed. Twenty-two years old and I was fighting for my right to live. Being misdiagnosed with "rhomboid muscle strain,' and having to deal with a broken rib, in my upper back that was doing more damage. Being used as a guinea pig, and being ignored medically, because i wouldn't fit into their boxes, or categories, left me defeated. I never thought a simple broken rib could cause such destruction and losses.
I fought for my life and human rights. And God made me a Poet. Losing two pregnancies and any chances of ever having a family of my own, not having the time to mourn. One day God will take care of restitution....And this won't happen again to anyone....not on my watch.
As they say, "God prunes the greatest tree the most." Life is precious....still :)
WALK WITH LOVE AND LIGHT
MAKE YOUR MIND YOUR BITCH
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https://gigglespoet.com/#jp-carousel-66 My scars from a misdiagnosis are my armor
Lord, old memories plague me in the darkness
And as they rear their ugly head
They only remind me of all that I've lost
My life, my freedom, and my children are dead
Dear God, please forgive my anger
For these transgressions that I see
But the medical madness that I have lived through
Almost got the better of me
I have no more need for food or sleep
What I crave most are the sun and air
But, when I look out the window of my sanctuary
I see no signs of the truth anywhere out there
Dear God, it's you I've turned to the most
For answers, courage, and faith
And as I read these medical reports of cruelty
Anger washes over me, replacing the hate
My Lord, I have, but five days to go
Can I hold onto the hope that he'll come to my aid?
I can't close my eyes, I can't find any peace
From the pain these doctors continually create
I see clearly such torture in one operation
And I shake with the echo of hearing my pleas
During the procedure, I felt what they were doing
And when I slipped into unconsciousness, fear followed me
When I woke up in recovery, I felt only doom
All I've done for so long was cry, plead and beg
Now I felt something more when I turned on my machine
The electricity was not reaching my back but was running down both my legs
The same surgeon that implanted the first medical device on my spine
Made an error, turned his back, ignoring my pain
And as I read over his remarks in my medical file
It leaves me reeling in sorrow, reeling in shame
Once again, I was sent back to my prison of silence
I lost the job that I loved and my friends of nine years
I had to find a new surgeon, but no one would touch me
And each night I lay down on my pillow of tears
It took three long years to find another surgeon
He said he would reposition the wires, and put them in place
He smiled as he spoke and promised to help me
I smiled back through my fear, as I looked up at his face
I believed what he promised, but I felt like a fool
As I waited daily in my bed for his call
Severe depression took over, and as days turned into months
My doctor couldn't reach him, and I was climbing the walls
My doctor's husband took over and went to his office
Not leaving until he got my surgery date
Workers Compensation harassed me, wouldn't leave me in peace
They wanted me working, and they wouldn't wait
The day finally came; I had my fifth operation
Another surgeon opened me up, creating a mess
When I woke up much later, I felt such foreboding
When I turned on my machine, I screamed from the stress
Something was wrong with the wiring; the current was closer
But, still gave me no comfort as it had done before
I looked up at the surgeon, feeling lost and sedated
I asked God, how I would get over being sliced open once more
Two weeks later, I was back for my sixth operation
God helped me prepare my mind for what was to come
The wires were fixed, and it was finally over
I went home feeling gratitude for what had been done
Alone with my sorrow, my mind and body felt mangled
I recovered slowly a few more years gone
I asked God for assistance in clearing my heart
I tried to forgive the ones who had done me wrong
Five years passed quickly, lost in depression and pills
I needed Workers Compensation to help me update my skills
The office software had changed from five years ago
I asked my caseworker for help but received a flat, "No."
I was still in grave shock as I hung up the phone
There was no one beside me; I was completely alone
I needed some hope I then called her manager
And the kindness in his voice helped sooth some of my anger
I paid into this system from the time I was ten
Workers Comp cared nothing about me or the hell I'd been in
When I asked them for help, their stoic response caused me shame
They still said I was faking, writing I had "low back pain"
I questioned my disability pension asking what that was based on
When I showed them the truth, they treated me like an ex-con
Why would I have to lie, or pretend to have pain?
They paid me meager wages; I had nothing to gain
The neurotransmitters they paid thousands for, electrocuted me twice
They would have paid for a fourth, but I had a choice
My adjudicator asked me nothing, and they cared even less
That my depression got worse, and my body and mind were a mess
When I cried on the phone, they had no empathy
They said those were the rules; they had to follow policy
I had to hustle and find a job, even though I was a wreck
Other resources wouldn't help me, and they cut off my cheque
It's been twenty-nine years and all that I know
Are the mangled scars on my back, and nothing to show
I still fight this corrupt Workers Comp system that refuses to care
And each day I still ask God, what's the reason I'm here...
© Brenda Keough..AKA Giggles the Poet March 13, 2014
God made me a poet in 1985 after a misdiagnosis "rhomboid muscle strain,' but it was a broken rib in my upper back, left in for a year, leaving me with nerve damage. But it brought ignorance and destruction to my door. for 35 years, something that won't happen to anyone else on my watch.... And for every loss, a beautiful poem was spoken to give me a new perspective and hope...
The in-between of an injured worker's life matters......my life is more than a destructive thought....more than a label, and more than a disability......
www.gigglespoet.com Awareness and Inspiration
I made it, and so can you. Today I'm a Counsellor and Empowerment Coach, helping rebuild/repair/reprogram the minds of God's angels, empowering them to STEP INTO THEIR GREATNESS
MAKE YOUR MIND YOUR BITCH!
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the biggest obstacle you face today, is not what's outside your door, but what's inside your mind......can you challenge yourself to challenge yourself? You've fought with life and everyone else all your life......this will be the biggest and greatest challenge and fight of your life, for your life. Are you worth it? I think you are :) and if you are still breathing....God does as well to complete or even understand your mission, you need to understand your mind. When you balance both, therein lies your power, riches and new world.
I was writing up a storm today on brain training and how we are in control of our energy, vibrations and mind.
Unless you know how to control your thoughts, responses, actions, triggers, etc....your mind and energy is all over the place, and your body is off balance.
Are you sick and tired of feeling sick and tired....lol that is the case of negative vibes within the body and mind that if not controlled, ages you faster, and the vibes you send out unknowingly, only bring negative things your way.
G.Y.O.A. lol the version of that is GET OFF YOUR ASS.... BECAUSE LIFE IS TOO SHORT and tomorrow may not come, as God stated in one poem today...which I'll put up here too..lol.
I have trained for years on mind management, pain management and have overcome destruction that many would have killed many. God gave me a mission, and I have the resources, Sound therapy, magic for the mind, and various other trainings that I myself used to get me to where I am today.
God leads, and I learn. God speaks and I write. I'm a writer first, a Poet, then I am a Counsellor, Empowerment Coach, Nero-coach, retraining the mind of his angels. The ones that believe in themselves enough to take on the challenge, of their mind and getting out of their own way.
Truth be told, the only one blocking you from your dreams is the story you tell yourself in your mind. And we can get rid of those stories, replacing them with empowering ones, thoughts that once changed, will change your energy and vibrations to make and match the universe.....I will teach you about energy in ways you haven't heard about. Hundreds of resources, music mind maps and more can be yours.
And what you learn, your family will learn as well. You only pay for Consulting/Counselling, not programs, training and other resources. That is my gift to you for your bravery and courage, wanting to know something no one in your life knows, or ever taught you. a REBIRTH and I will be with you all the way. .....the world is your oyster.....and you are THE CREATOR OF YOUR WORLD.....but first you must release the generational programmed limiting beliefs that were taught throughout the ages, by others who where taught the same.
TIME IS TICKING....AND IT IS PRECIOUS AS ARE YOU ANGEL.
What is your WHY?
Children today have a greater advantage...technology is teaching them to empower themselves and work with their minds, not like when we grew up...told to sit, shut up and stop dreaming.....
Are you a robot of society, or are you your own person, with your own thoughts and mind? If you are, you are one of the lucky few....
When you change the thoughts in your mind, you change what you see.
MAKE YOUR MIND YOUR BITCH
JOIN A NEW REVOLUTIONARY WAY OF THINKING, AND BEING....
Love and hugs
Giggles the Poet
Science shows through S.P.E.C.T. BRAIN SCANS THAT IF YOU GET A BRAIN SCAN NOW, AND START A BRAIN TRAINING PRORAM, IN A YEAR, WHEN YOU DO ANOTHER BRAIN SCAN, YOU WILL SEE A REMARKABLE DIFFERENCE.....
No matter what your age, children as well can learn these tools, skills and techniques and rebild their brain's DNA, repairing neurological connections and strenthing new connections that give you the greatest vision and power you never dreamed possible.....
Drop the excuses, crutches, drugs or alcohol.....and get to know the beautiful you beneath the generational beliefs. Undo the programming and awaken you soul.
Thanks to God, I came back from the dead on three occasions, and from training my brain.....DEATH WLL HAVE TO WAIT....
I have a new world to build, and I have an army of angels by my side.
www.gigglespoet.com AWARENESS & INSPIRATION...
If you are ready to face yourself and get out of your own way. Contact me and see how you too can BE THE CHANGE THAT THE WORLD NEEDS TO SEE.
gigglescounelling@gmail.com
NEW WORDS FOR YOUR INTERNAL DICTIONARY :)
there is an alternative to everything. Close your eyes and open your mind
FEAR-FOCUS EMPOWERMENT-ACTION-RESILIENCE
FAIL - FIRST ATTEMPT AT LEARNING
NO - NEXT OPPORTUNITY
TRY - TOMORROW - REMEMBERS - YOU
CHAOS - CHANE-HOW-ACTIONS-OPPRESS-SENSES
END - EFFORT NEVER DIES
don't let this be your world.
CRAP - CONFUSION-REGRETS-APPATHY-PAIN get out of the box or your thoughts will erase your mission.....
Love and hugs my angels,
Walk with love and light
Giggles the Poet
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BELIEVE THERE IS MORE
Lord, I see the sun rise on the horizon
And as it brightens up my new day
I’ll know to look for more than my eyes can see
Because you’ll send new opportunities my way
Lord, you created this earth, land and the ocean
And as the warm tide laps at the shore
I’ll send out my worries, doubts and my fears
Until my mind is calm and peace is restored
Lord, my mission is clear and I’m learning each minute
How to make myself stronger and make my life better
I feel your caress in the beautiful breeze
As it touches my cheek like a soft feather
Lord, the sun sets on the horizon
Another beautiful day comes to a close
I know in my heart, you’ll keep me safe going forward
As I continue to grow I’ll bloom like a beautiful rose…
© Giggles the Poet
April 11, 2018 – 1:14 p.m.
The only limits are those which you impose on yourself....
MAKE YOUR MIND YOUR BITCH!
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