What Jane Has Done Poem by Adeosun Olamide

Poor Jane,
What was she thinking?
She flushed her baby
A mother was
-And now a murderer
But my poor Abel
Won't a breathe without Jane
He will be a widower too short
And join his Jane
Yet my poor mother
What would she do?
And her heart
If her Abel is gone
-That will be two funerals
The other for her husband
Poor Jane
What you have done-
And I, cannot be alone
Nor can poor Jude
-The boy who died almost
When snub his affection
And perhaps mother his, like mine
Poor Jane
What you have done