The lonely young girl never cried
On the day her mother died.
Of her, the mother was not fond
So, there was no maternal bond.
The mother cruelly criticised
Her daughter, who soon realised
She was nobody in Mum’s eyes
And so, she ceased to even try.
Ignored, belittled, put to shame,
Life was to her a losing game.
But, we’re about to see today,
This young girl had her final say.
The daughter to the graveyard went
Pent-up emotions there were spent
The gravestone pummelled with raw eggs
Then, rising on determined legs,
No further reason to behave,
She stomped all o’er her mother’s grave.
Stomping On Her Mother’s Grave
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