The Plea
"Baby, don't leave me."
The mother said to the child
The mother was all the child knew
The mother needed the child's smile
The child didn't know the hell before it
The road to hell was paved in manipulation
The hell was a place the child never knew
A place that gave many lacerations
The mother never wanted a baby
All the mother wanted was a friend
But the child, she could mold it
The child, she could twist and bend
The mother could make the child stay
Let it be warm and let it feed
The child knew naught before its rescue
All the child knew was the plea
Copyright © Isabel Laracuente | Year Posted 2016
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