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Oct 2013
How in hell does a child lay dead in bed for twenty one months?
A question that many asked.
Starved to death by mother so cruel.
For over a year.
Was left dead.
Four years old.
Dressed in six month baby clothes.
In eternal sleep.

Could you imagine the smell and the flies.
Cruel mother with concoction of lies.
Alcohol took precedence over her family.
Eight children.
Left in a neglect of disrespect.
Mother threatens sibling that others will all die.
By her hand.
Horrendous indeed!
In a home of squalid life.

Fifteen years in jail.
Nowhere near enough.
The judicial system not tough.
I too am a mother.
Was never very good.
Could not behave like that.
I know I never could.
Not very tidy.
I am a messy *****.
No way on this planet.
Could I ever be a wicked witch.

Poor child.
Rest In Peace!
By ladylivvi1

Β© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
Olivia Kent
Written by
Olivia Kent  Southampton, Hampshire.
(Southampton, Hampshire.)   
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