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Daughter of One

For the day had come
that the daughter of one,
now the cost of her love
mothers youngest born son,
would declare her unfit 
as a parent and mother
for not having picked 
one child over the other.

With her ignorant tongue 
and words desperately sung,
she cried out her plea,
“let her brother be hung!”
That his memory be cast
to a far away place,
that this be the last
mother sees his sweet face.

This daughter of one 
wanted something undone,
a promiscuous wild
and the shame it’s become.
Crying victim and loss
she’d deflect all the blame
but what of the cost
of this dangerous game?

A heart filled with pride 
and so desperate to hide,
she’d turn on her mother
in a cosmic collide. 
Hatcheting arteries,
slicing through veins,
gone too far to see
somewhere past all the pain.

Then the day did come
for the daughter of one 
to now be a mother
for birthing a son.
There finding a love
unlike any she’d known 
as if God from above
blessed the seed she had sown.

Her blessing unknown 
was the way she was shown
the depth of the pain 
from her ugliness grown.
Should anyone ask her
to give up her son
is something she now knows
just couldn’t be done.

Now the daughter of one 
as a mother with son
was desperately searching 
the way of undone,
finding her sacrifice 
too much to bear
scars of her angry pride
thickened with wear.

Then the day did come 
when the daughter of one 
reached out her hand
for her mother to come,
but left decimated,
besmirched and defamed,
she’d been reincarnated 
from pieces remained.

“Oh mother of mine
I have squandered our time.
come let us drink
of the raspberry wine”
but her soul had been hollowed,
not just her heart,
leaving less than a token
of love to impart.

What has become
of the daughter of one,
from her dark naked truth
of the things she had done?
Her castaway mother
had learned to move on
with a heart something other,
her mother was gone.


Karma does NOT have a reputation for being kind to those willing to sacrifice their own mother.

Copyright © Jeannie Cronin | Year Posted 2022

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