This midsummer eve my heart was broken,
She took my grandson with angry words spoken
I'd of given my life if only they would stay,
instead, her abusive friend took them away
I was sad yet my tears could not flow;
for, my anger and pain she will someday know.
I, as a mother, have always been there since birth,
letting them know of their heaven sent worth.
Today I told her she was making a mistake;
yet, she was hellbent for her destiny to make
She has a heart good and kind,
she still remains a child in many a loved ones mind.
Lord, please help them remain in your hand;
for, people are harsh with innocence in high demand,
These sleepless night were not part of the deal,
God please bring them home if it be your will.
My spirit was bent as she rudely, took them away!
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I would like to translate this poem
true delineation, satan comes from front from back from left and from right... a nice one