Mary’s Little Lamb

Young Mary had a lamb,
A baby like she was,
Soft fleece of an innocent,
Wrapped around her heart.

Young Mary’s mother glared,
At her pretty lamb’s face,
If she had gotten her way,
This lamb would have disappeared.

Young Mary’s lamb had a father,
Or so the story goes,
Sports scholarship support teenaged dreams,
And left Young Mary alone.

Young Mary dry eyes cried,
The lamb’s wet eyes sobbed,
Sleepless nights and upset tummies,
No medicine could cure.

Young Mary…desperate…sleep,
Young Mary closed her eyes,
Soon, the cries drowned,
Bubbled silence.

Young Mary trembled in the chair,
Police lights spotlighting every lie,
The lamb was asleep she said,
Cooled and forever resting.