Birth Crime Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Birth crime

She went there and shouted:
"Oh you, you, you made me for your fun
Then left me to myself; I'm alone."
And she nagged, complained and signaled:
"Remember my sister; when they came? "
Looked around; no one there, first smiled
Graveyard empty; suddenly laughed and laughed
Laughed so loud stones moved up and down
Of graves, ghosts came out, open-mouthed
Souls absent; remaining, bones and white
She was nailed at grave with shiver and fear
"Sorry dad, " she murmured; recalling what went on:
"Why did you..." "Why did you..." "Tell me why? "
She'd been asked by a child after child after child.
"I'm insane." She whispered and smiled:
"I am a grandma and acting like a child
I'm asking same question for reply."

She spoke on Viber; I took off, leaped in time:
"I did not..." said stone on grave "make a child."
I reread: "Making child is crime."