Baby Dreams
The dreaming fetus foresaw his future life
His mother woke roused by the vision from her womb
Her cherished child now cushioned inside
Would shame his family name
Ravishing virgins
His mother wept
Wondering what a life was worth
She foresaw her labor pains and heard the victims’ screams
If she bore the boy
She too would surely be guilty
Damned by her DNA
Sobbing at her filicide sin
She grabbed a bottle of gin and stepped into the steaming bath…
…And somewhere a dreaming baby girl now slept peacefully.
Copyright © Betsy Trotwood | Year Posted 2012
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