Two little babies
Each with their own soul,
The fading of her heartbeat,
Mama's losing control...
She chose the meth,
Over her children's breath...
Packed her bags,
Got up and left.
They tried to make her stay,
But she just had to get away...
Blinded by her sad disease,
She left her babes with too much ease.
Watching her leave into the night,
Knowing they weren't worth the fight.
They begged and pleaded,
But were defeated...
They stood there silent,
Though it was tough...
Hearts grow cold,
They weren't enough.
They left their home,
Into the cold...
They walk alone,
No hand to hold.
Sorrow building in her mind,
The precious children she'd left behind...
The new her lives out on the street,
Without her babies' body heat.
Teardrops running down their face,
Slowly turning to frozen lace.
Rosy cheeks and joyful smiles,
Begin to fade from countless miles.
Their tiny boots pushing through the snow,
The burden of being too young to know...
They'll never know what could've been,
It's nothing like they've ever seen.
Big blue eyes wander aimlessly in space,
Confused, forgotten, and unfortunately misplaced...
Two small girls left to fend for themselves,
Pictures and memories left on the shelves.
Their mother bathes in her regret,
Maybe it's not too late just yet...
She leaves the needles at her feet,
Gets up to prove that she's not beat.
The loves of her life,
How could she leave them...
The ice in her veins,
It made her deceive them.
Little did she know,
She was already too late...
Never got to see them grow,
It was clearly just her fate.
Their little lifeless bodies,
Huddled on the ground...
Tiny frozen lips,
Incapable of sound.
By Seija Rain,