Her body rots at this time
Her wheel chair is empty, left behind
Rain outside rids the proof
of the crime that's been committed and witnessed by the moon
A life has been lost
yet it does not matter
At bottom humans give birth
quicker than ******
Gently down the stream
is where blood was spilled
Her final resting place
Oh mother you must be thrilled
sorry its a bit vague, I'm new to this.