Mother Gangster Poem by Ima Ryma

I was the mother of four sons.
We lived in a hard place and time.
So my boys learned how to shoot guns.
We were a family of crime.
J. Edgar of the F.B.I.
Called us gangsters of the worst kind.
I got a kick hearing that my
'Gang' made some mad, I did not mind.
All that was important to me
Was that my boys did as I said.
I knew best for my family,
Best for my boys, alive and dead.

A gangster afoul of the law,
Kate Barker, but just call me 'Ma.'