There in a pool of blood,

does my little girl lie.

Because I would not stop,

my child will die,

Please, please mommy don't

was all she could say.

But, because I did not,

She will die today.

Because of my temper,

I never learned to control,

They say in fifteen years,

I'll be up for parole.

An innocent child cannot understand,

Why mommy or daddy,

may raise their hand.

I got lucky

Can't you see?

Because a long time ago,

That innocent child was ME.

As Published by

The National Library of Poetry

Kristen Lynne Morton

We are the mothers of the earth and we are the ones who bear these

children, they do not ask to come into this world. Protect them, love

them, hold them tight each and every night, and may the goddess above

bless them with her presence.