My Mother’s Killers

She was sweet as pie.

Always said hi!

And maybe she killed my mother.

He was pleasant enough.

Never was gruff.

And maybe he killed my mother.

That girl was a nurse.

Her replies rehearsed.

Good chance she killed my mother.

Smidges of authority

Swore that he

Was not the one

Who killed my mom

But he made the rules

And those damn fools

Followed them to a tee.

Locked her in

And locked us out

And mom, confused, said what about

Me?

Those bastards killed my mother.