Heart Of The Matter
I Met Her Once
I met her once,
A sweet gentle lady,
Silent and smiling,
Life imprisonment,
Her crime; to love,
The evidence for conviction,
Her child,
Her son,
Born out of wedlock,
So they locked her away,
Where no man,
Could touch her,
They took her son,
Labelled her insane,
Denied her the right,
To ever see,
Her darling child again,
Her son grew,
Had a child of his own,
And he found her,
The mother; he never knew,
Institutionalised,
Incapable,
Of ever going home,
I met her once,
This sweet genteel lady,
The grandmother; I never knew,
She was sitting in a chair,
Contented,
Silent and smiling,
Gently, rocking,
Her baby to sleep.
Linda Harnett, ©2006
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I Met Her Once
I Met Her Once