Mother's Fate (Pt.1) Poem by Rebecca Springsteen

Her mother's face is so sad,

her mind keeps going round and round.

She wish she could take back

what she said. Would her little one still have lived?

She knows the answer all to well. She might

have been in high school, but now that's the past.

What she did was horrible, she sure

pulled her down by her hair.

She said to the judge, she claimed

not guilty, the little girl she named

did it all herself. That it was all because of us.

She can never forget that day, for what the little one saw was true.

She told herself to keep it quiet or make sure you call

the devil, because it was all her. And you.