Maternal Sin

Maternal Sin

(Written by April Trice)


One child is born.

A perfect son.

The mother, fractured.

What’s done is now done.

Another child born.

Again, one more son.

The mother, more fractured

Her descent just begun.

Not ready.

Unsure.

The mother, she pauses.

Two children, so pure

A family dissolves.

How could she?

Who does this?

A mother, unresponsive.

The label: Unfit

Motherhood abolished.

She runs, the mother.

No guilt, only sickness.

A prior life lost.

The plot only thickens.

Away, far away.

The postman comes calling.

For you, Bad Mother

These papers need signing.

A feeble hand signs

Confined to her bed.

A soul signed away.

Come now.

Take your meds.

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