The Lady of the Night

hey!
Just thought of coming up with a poem this time. I wrote this a few months back, something, a book I read had a lasting effect on me and so I came up with this. Hope you appreciate the effort:)

There once was this lady and her son
And the two of them had lots of fun.
The child used to hide and run and run
And the mother used to find him calling him a bum.
Nothing used to stop their happy life rolling like a drum
And it never really mattered that they lived in a slum.

Test times were coming on the head
And the mother realised it when the child grew upto her forehead.
She was a lone parent, the child had no dad
And she could see that soon they would be struggling for bread.
These were the times that any mother would dread
And soon she took a path which very few dare to tread.

And as I said very few could dare think
But this lady did have something
The courage it took for her to do it was something only a mother could bring
She though of what society would say but then the eyes of her kid did make her have this fling.

People started talking when they did hear
That this lady had done nothing but bare
Yes bare she did but she didnt care
Because all was done for her son to prepare

To prepare to fight this ugly world you see
And so that one day he could be free
From the claws of this vicious circle in this world of Thee
But then if he was absolutely free, wont he become the Lord All Mighty!!!!!