A Mother’s Love

They called her crazy. They called her strange. They painted her unfit. She was a mother. A courageous mother. Played both roles for her child.

The second she broke free from society's standards, she became happy. The minute she was happy, they called her the anti christ. The hour she was called the anti christ, they made her unfit to be a mother in the eye of god. The day had turned to weeks that had turned to months. Plotting how to ruin her happiness.

The only way to hit her is the where heart lies. Her only child she had cared for since inside her womb. They took her without a second glance. There her child goes inside a car where the child cried to sleep no longer near the warmth of a mother arms.