woman are expected
to be kind and caring mothers.
By her "mom" she was rejected
but so loved by many others.
some might say "its not her fault"
its the only way she knew.
Women before her, all adult
made alike mistakes accrue
one would think she'd be driven
to change the history before her.
her own mistake can't be forgiven
her baby can't go looking for her.
in a crib the infant lay,
so innocent and unknowing
as she grew older she would pray
to know where her mom was going.
at the window she would wait
and watch each car pass by
as time went on she sat to blate
"dear mother never said goodbye"
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