She wrapped him in a thin sheet blanket to keep him warm.
The late spring sun was glowing in a breeze.
Holding him close to keep him from harm,
She played with him while he sat on her knees.
Her intent was to marry her lover so fair,
but he left unannounced into the darkness of the night.
With no one to help or even to care,
she wept as she kept her baby from sight.
They came to chastise her, to prevent her from keeping,
the son she had struggled to clothe and to feed.
They took him away while she stood there weeping,
with not a care for a woman in need.
So many years with nary a trace of the son she left behind.
She couldn't even remember his face, life can be so unkind.
They never did meet, mother and son, though it was not for the lack of trying.
Her time came to pass as she withered and died, released from her life of crying.
Somewhere out there a child is watching as his mother walks away.
And no one wipes the tears from his eyes. . .