Swinging Child, Crying Mother

The child was on the swing
Cold
Her mother still pushing in
Vain
Desperate for happier
Times
When they would play.

The officers came
Running
To save the child
Desperate
To breathe life into its lifeless form
Praying
To whoever would hear their prayers
Crying
For the life of the barely born.

There were no answers
Found
From the child or her mother
Only
A mad woman’s voice
Gibbering
Because one lost her life,
When the other died

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