She was born in the month of May,
When children run and jump and play.
Her eyes opened on the third,
To the sound of a chirping mockingbird.

The air was filled with a pleasant sound
As you looked, your tears fell to the ground.
From your belly a child was born.
Your bond was one to never be torn.

She walked at one,
She spoke at two.
You encouraged her when she finished her food,
Cheered her up when she was in a bad mood.

And now you watch the people stare,
And you know that their support is not quite enough.
It's not like the tender loving care,
Which carried you through the smooth, and rough.
That type of love is so rare.

You cry with solid worried eyes,
Memories of her favorite lullabies.
You touch her cheeks, weak and soft.
Remember when they were full, a crimson hue.

Raindrops falling to the ground,
Yet though they are wet, they feel so dry.
You watch them drench her where she's bound,
As the coldness of death's fingers pry.

She seems so scared,
Tied in her seat by a belt .
The pain she bravely bared.
Emotional pain not meant to be felt.

You lost your one, your only child,
To a man who was unjustly riled.
The sinful, taste of an alcoholic drink.
Broke between you your only link.

Adam Menzies is a student at North Gwinnett High School. Suwanee. GA.