the beginning of the end/mother

she boldly told her lies,hoping to gain
some perverted attention or newsworthy fame.
of her own children she hasnt a care-
no intention of ever playing fair...........
none of the blame she feels is hers to share.
she sat thru the trial-
wearing proudly her smile,
while the judge imposed the sentence on her youngest child.........
"hang that bitch-hang that bitch" she screamed at the end
in such a pitch all onlookers would sit up and flinch.
now it is moot-
justice was trying to be met by the verdict they decided to chose-
but in the end it was the girl with so much to lose.
why hadnt they noticed the clues,the years of abuse?
the girls fate was decided by the lies her own mother provided........
now years have passed
mother no longer holds her testimony fast-
the news and fame have died down,
her name rarely mentioned around town.
she reaches for the past,trying to reclaim,
one more moment of her forgotten fame-
"i lied,i lied" she now cries---
but people pass her by ,shake their heads and sigh.
still they dont want to be involved ,still dont want to pry.

and the girl?what of her plight ??
still locked away even to this day.
staring out from the bars ,slowly going mad...
still feeling shes to blame for it all.........
and as we say goodbye on visiting day---
as if still a child,she wearily whispers to me:
"i dont know that i'll ever be able to come out to play-
i think of mother and still feel so bad"