Wicked Whirlpool

All along she waited

For that blessed day

When they would make her gay

Agree to what she stated

But to her their teeth they grated

Expectations to be heard they slay

Her document of gift deed stolen away,

By son, a commissioner so deeply her devastated

She couldn’t accept this deception,

A mother’s heart cleft at such perception.

Trusting her blood was her crime,

She kept asking for return of her document time after time.

What kind of honesty is this?

That her document went a miss.