She Was Ice
First was her second born,
Undisputable copy of her love;
From the top of a tree he fell,
And death came to him from hell.
Then her first born,
Who had sized her up in all;
She walked into labour room,
There and then she met her doom.
Still death kept coming,
Now to her third lovely fruit,
The clone of the man she loved;
Drugs and doctors,death triumphed
Death yet undone, her last,
Who was now mother of one;
Suddenly woke up with bloody mouth,
Just before the noon, death hit her loud.
Now she cried no more,
But walked into the darkest ,
No water, no food, no voice,
In a short time , she was ice.
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