All Gone In the Gust of Wind

All were gone in the gust of wind. Not yet fully grown up into a woman She was to leave home for a man. What type of rules are they that bind? Young girls to quit family for another And before time, be already a mother. None ever bothered to know her mind. Before she could understand her roles, Confined she was to daily filling of bowls And nursing babies, to which she resigned. One day, he died, taking his own life. Blame she carried of being a bad wife. Their boy and girl he cruelly left behind. In hardship for a living, she was hurled. Hoping her angels would change her world, Night and day, she toiled blind. One day, she slept such a sleep deep; Her lovely angels forever went to sleep As if fate had kept bad luck all aligned; For an accidental flame to give them a skelp. She did not hear them crying for help While they burnt alive in room confined! 28/08/16 Contest:Best Sad Poem EVER - Laura Loo (Placed 2nd) Based on a real incident where two adolescents burned alive last week on the first floor. The mother did hear them crying for help but too late. (Partly fictional)