Trapped by the ignoble power of your deceit,
Thought did you I would bury my head and retreat?
You call yourself a mother, yet you are a criminal
That hides behind fictitious crimes- minimal!
No thought of how it is law may deal with you,
No care of how God may judge you?
You show my point with each irrational move
You, the reviled, me, the redeemed- time shall prove!
Deserving not of my compassion nor my reprieve
Actions so without explantion- no one would believe!
A lesson in humility and temperance I shall teach,
Hopeful am I, that without delay, you it does reach!
I love you and this is why I hold fast:
Because the love we have for each is meant to last!
Maurice Harris,22 June 2008
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem