I am that single mother, deserted by her children who have colluded with malignant stepchildren to murder me, I am that mother wriggling
By Salamatu Bida10 months ago in Poets
BY YOUR SIDE... Till death do us apart I'll forever cherish our today and tomorrow The yesterdays--strains upon strains
It's the witching hour, 2, 3, 4 or so Clomp! Clomp! Clomp I hear him approaching I then feel the thud of my heartbeat Pat! Pat! Pat! Pat!