Mother and Child

This was written after reading another's poem on this site. It just grabbed hold of me and well, I had to do something, so here it is. Those dreams that he promised Have gone up in smoke She loved him and surrendered Now he thinks she’s a joke The job down at the diner Helps out a little it seems But it’s not what she hoped for While searching for that dream Panic sets in What should she do? No period this month And all the other signs are true He wants to know her problem As he roughly has his way So she spit it all out Before she thinks what else to say He’s no longer here with her Witch doesn’t seem fair Cause the job down at the diner Well it’s up in the air Seems that times are hard And someone has to go Since she’s low on the totem pole It’s goodbye Cotton Eye Joe She’s hustling the streets And bringing in some cash But it’s not adding up Just a small little stash And the land lord is threatening And no money for the room So she’s just getting swept out With another worn out broom Now it’s cold weather and rags But the baby finally arrived And now she must find food To keep the little one alive But who needs a worker With a newborn by her side It’s so long, see ya later Take off and let it slide She’s trying her best But Mother Nature rebels She’s throwing sleet and ice Which is really mortal hell The woman and child Seek cover to live But the cover in winter Is very stingy to give She finds a small shelter In a rotted out tree And places in the bundle And gets down on her knees She prays to God above Will You listen she cries? As the howling wind are relentless On her and the child She then falls to the ground Exhausted and beat No strength to gather herself And get back to her feet She finally pulls up But the night has passed her by And when she checks the cavity She lets out a cry Little Liza didn’t make it She blames God for her pain But she knows it was hers As the ice turns to rain