Till Death Do Us Part, That Is

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This is a ballad poem I worte, about a mother getting killed, and leaving behind her infant son.

Submitted: November 30, 2011

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Submitted: November 30, 2011



You hear screams and cries of help,

Aware of the fire burning in the air;

Feel the need to speak or shout,

But only then will you scare.


Scare the baby in the crib,

For who you live for and defend;

You hear cop cars through the streets,

Not saying anything because you're afraid to offend.


If you offend, you shall be next,

You will be victimized in harm and not recover;

Then will you know now not to respond,

You have left the baby alone to discover.


News flies through the night, like a cold winter breeze,

Peoples television screens flash on;

They hear the news, reply with grief,

Their emothions show, they are not fond.


This will be the end of her,

Fore not she rests in the morgue;

Until that time we lay to rest,

There in her chest lays a sword.


Left alone, an abandoned child,

With nothing and no memories;

Poor child grew up with no mother,

For alone he walks in the cemeteries.


Father left before baby arrived,

Baby grew up to be a lawyer,

This just shows the worst can help,

She named her child, little Jordan Sawyer.



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