Mother's Child

a child's whimper for mother's embrace

cries grew loud at a scared, steady pace

darkness surrounds, no arms to hold

her room and bed soon became cold

slips through the doors in stocking feet

out through the back, her mom she seeks

the dark of the lane, the dog that howls

her feet moved faster away from the growls

a steady resolve but, fright still gripped her

on down the road, darkness a trickster

calls for her mother her cries only echoed

soon became lost her fear became tenfold

with nowhere to go no way to get home

she slipped by a dumpster, behind a stone

wrapped in her robe, she curled in a ball

her eyes became droopy with no warmth at all

the morning came calling, the light had returned

small crowd had gathered, an answer was learned

authorities surround a small covered mound

blue fingers blue hand, a small child was found

gather your children and keep them quite close 

Death not planned... remember this most.