A BABY CRIES.

THE BABY CRIED AGAIN THAT NIGHT.

FROM THE HAZE HER MOTHER TRIED TO REGAIN HER SIGHT.

STRUNG OUT AGAIN ON COKE.

SHE WAS STILL TRYING TO FIND YET ANOTHER TOKE.

IT'S NO FUN BEING SIXTEEN AND A MOTHER.

BUT IT WAS TOO LATE TO BE ANY OTHER.

THE BABY CRIED AGAIN THAT NIGHT.

THIS TIME HER MOTHER WAS STRUCK WITH FRIGHT.

ONE MORE SOUND AND IT WILL BE YOUR LAST.

NOW SHE WISHED SHE COULD'VE CHANGED HER PAST.

BECAUSE THE BABY DIDN'T CRY AGAIN THAT NIGHT.

                          E. ROY ANDERSON.