The Murder of Lady Jane


by 15 below zero


One day in crisp February Lady Jane fell
Soft and still... This is the story I will tell.

The day’s proceedings had been usual and calm,
Until Jane said a foolish word to the one she called Mom.
Mom answered back in a flash with a cry
And a glint of silver. Jane tried to pry
The knife from Mom’s hand, but she wasn’t strong
Enough and it didn’t take Mom long
to take Lady Jane down to the ground.
Now Mom hadn’t intended for this to happen and wound
Up turning herself in to the police
And confessing her deed to bring herself peace.
But moms will be moms, so the peace didn’t last,
So she popped some pills and killed herself fast.
Well, it turned out that Lady Jane wasn’t dead,
Only pretending to be to mess with Mom’s head.
But now Mom was gone
And Jane was no longer a pawn
To Mom’s queen. She was free
But still it seemed she could not be
What she wanted. It didn’t take long until Jane understood
That because of her Mom she could not be what she would.
That her mother had killed her, though not with a knife,
But with simple words spoken every day of her life.

So the moral of the story is: Be careful of what you say--
You think words don’t count, but they just may.

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