A Mother

No one could prepare her

For what she had to see

The child she bore, in shackles

That harsh reality

She sat there staring straight ahead

her eyes glazed, fighting tears

Then focused on the one she loved

and tried to calm his fears

How did it come to this?

Was repeatedly asked

Her efforts came much too late

She failed the parent test

“She did the best she could”

 recoiled, she fired back

“he was too much to handle alone”

 feeling constantly under attack

Things would be done differently

if the choice would arise again,

she’d avoid making the mistakes

that caused much suffering and pain

A stronger, wiser person

that mother is today

she asks a lot of questions

and won’t be led astray