Sins of the Past


She shed her innocence so young,

When most still have their childish fun.

It vanished with a loaded gun,

Whos owner liked his playthings young.

This sin begot an angel's birth,

But children often discount worth.

At such an age there's naught but mirth,

But not this day, not at this birth.

When weight this size topples the scale,

All mother's die and mourn and wail.

All sisters and brothers cry and pale,

All father's seize means to even the scale.

A birth for a death matches blood for a tear,

When perversion of youth leads to madness and fear.

When the madness ensues from a father's crazed leer,

Another one's father claims restitution for a tear.

The circle has finished, there's no more to see.

But the lesson is there, the price far from free.

A parents own sins which may once have been spree,

Can relive in their children, that much you must see.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I'm not sure if anybody will be able to understand this poem or not, but it was inspired by a quote from a movie I recently watched.  The quote was this:

"A mother's sins blossom in the children she bears."

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Karyn Indursky's picture

I really enjoyed this poem. I had to read it a few times to understand it, though. What gets me thinking is the title. It's amazing how sins from the past always come beckoning the present. It's not fair that so many of us have to not only live with our sins, but the sins of our ancestors. Great write and thanks for getting me to not only think, but feel.