Mother

Once upon a time, her love was undenied
With upright manners her posture stood.
The view of others especially her brother, was orisons recited to her father.
Her children saw a mother, above others, such purity such grace
Even though with the few pennies she had, it could not tear the echo of laughter that filled there home like a mini castle.
For this life of unity was short lived, as she fell to an ambivalent fairy, her wishes made scary.
Her body draped in ebony lace, the turning of her chime shattered their lives.
For desolation led the way. Her indistinct vision burrowed her path.
For the stone she tossed, risen up
Their eyes reflect justice.
For this mother of pride has lost her child