Three days, scarred her soul since he passed away.
“Passed away”… seemed such a strange term to use.
Brutally stabbed in the chest where he lay,
he was gone… and she had nothing to lose.
One could feel the courage, in that soft blank face,
as she stepped behind those cold steel bars.
He was the killer, in a murder case,
for the rest of her life, she would wear those scars.
Face to face with her husband’s murderer,
the tension was thick and dark in that cell.
He cursed… and said he’d never heard of her.
She held her composure, so very well.
It’s a selfless love she holds for this one,
he destroyed her life but he's still her son.
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