The Saddest Love Story Ever Told Poem by mark king

The Saddest Love Story Ever Told
(Based on a true story)
By mark deviant king

It was the day before Christmas
But all the blonde haired
Blue eyed girl
Wanted was her mommy
Daddy tried
He did his best
But he never be mommy
And he never
Could replace her
Hiding his somber mood
Till the lonely of the night
He danced with his tears

The tears continued
In the grayness of the morning
On the drive to the penitentiary
Through the northern California hills
Only this time
They fell from heaven
Tears of joy
For a little girl
And tears of agony
For a man

At the maximum security penitentiary
Where everything is gray
Gray walls, gray moods, gray lives
In a gray world
Between life and death
The euphoria
Of the mother daughter reunion
Cannot be described
The bond is as old as man and woman

The little girl
Sticks her ten year old fingers
Into the chicken wire
Scanning the yard with keen eyes
Taking in all the lost souls and fallen women
She hugs her mommy and says
This isn’t so bad mommy
We could live here together

For who will heart cry to?
It is mother
Remembered in a lonely walk
Through the northern California forest
Or on a trip to the coast
But always in her heart
Keeping its own direction
On towards a future
Of what has been lost

The young woman
Goes through a nonchalant life
With a love splintered
Just a dreamer and a stranger
In a wearisome land
Rebelling with drugs and schemes
Crime is easy when you don’t care
Her pores know what is to come
A botched robbery seals fate
And the four walls
Of what is due closes in
She quickly says guilty to the judge
Ending the longing for mother
She is not low, she is high
Coming to mother

Under a gray sky
In a gray place
Mother and daughter meet again
Tongues waltz
As two hearts beat with love
Everywhere in the yard
Old and young faces
Breath in dreams
Because that is all that is left
From sleep to wake
Mother and daughter
Drink in love
Not lost, but found

Epilog,
Mother is fifty-seven
Has a pacemaker to keep her beating
She walks with a walker
To keep her walking in the yard
All her teeth are gone
And their to cheap to buy them
She is serving life
But barely has any life
Daughter is forty-two
With no GED
No job
And no hope
Everyday is a struggle
How long till she returns
To the gray place
In gray life?

It cost enough to lock up a person
As it does to educate them
And give them adequate medical care
Is that not truly rehabilitation?