Letter to the Editor: Money can't replace a lost childhood

Dear Editor:
I sat with my friend in silence. He is a victim of the residential school system. He has overcome a lot, has always worked, never collected welfare and made his own way. But the scars inside are very deep.
As we watched the government officials say they're sorry, all but Jack Layton had a very hollow sound. I hope that they will follow-up with their promises. Unfortunately, money helps but doesn't repair the damage.
I wrote this for my friend who wept through the speeches in silence and I sat with him in silence too.
This poem I wrote is for him and others;
We're Sorry
As I sat with you in silence,
I could feel the sorrow for a lost youth, a lost identity.
I could feel the hurt, the anger, the pain and the fear.
The boy who cared too much,
And those who didn't care enough.
The anguish in your silence speaks volumes...
The tears are tears of memories as real today as 50 plus years ago.
I do not say anything I just listen with you and be silent.
I cannot know your sorrow and anger I was not there.
I can only be here for you now.
Those who were not there have no idea what damage was caused.
The child inside never had a chance to just be.
So much was taken from you.
Now they want to say they're sorry and make it right.
But money cannot replace a little boy's life lost.
Lost not in death but in loss of identity, culture, language and innocence so many years ago.
Becoming a work aholic and an alcoholic didn't make it better but bearable.
You have survived all these years my friend.
You have a resilient heart intelligent mind and wonderful spirit.
I just want you to know I am proud to call you my friend.