Grand Larceny

What’s it take for women to hate their first born so long and so cold? Sly smiles as he choked on the bait. You sat in that one church so bold, Blind and deaf to Love’s story told. Among serpents in pews hearts won, you died unbroken, mute and sold, in how you treated your own son. A father’s heart chipped out of slate. Your measure given is twofold, to regret forever too late, brimstones are all that’s left to hold. Your neglect was poured and it rolled eighty-three years under the sun. The Great White Throne decree behold, in how you treated your own son. How his innocence you both ate, An orphan made in constant scold. No mercy in your ways or fate. In Matthew you read he foretold, hypocrite’s wages to be tolled . The grave’s sleep keeps remorse undone, your legacy as I grow old, in how you treated your own son. If I am to breathe Heaven’s air, your first grandson, when life is done, I don’t expect to see you there, in how you treated your own son. --------------------------------------------- Contest: Not Your Average Ballade Sponsor: Catie Lindsey 04.15.14 My change is my rhyme scheme : 'ababbcbC ababbcbC ababbcbC dcdC'