(Inspired by) Forgiveness

Don’t know much about their history

Except that she utterly failed him

What kind of mother was she?

The kind that don’t really care

The kind that go out and drink all night

While baby is stuck in wet diapers

Caged by slatted bars; his crib

A baby can remember, a boy can cry,

And the man can never forget.

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