I am A demon, who made a mistake.

A human mother I did take, someone I cannot forsake.

I was not meant to care.

But mothers...have that stare.

Eyes like a dove,

Filled with undying love.

First I was cold.

She did scold,

But I was never gonna care.

Never about that loving stare.

When I was young,

My mischief had begun.

A mirror on a wall,

Like humpty dumpty had a great fall.

I was swept away,

And the glass it did spray.

Red lines on my skin,

Looked up to see my sin.

Mother was covered in red,

I screamed don't be dead.

That stare,

of a mothers care,

Eyes were open.

My repenting, would begin.

"My son, I love you."

"..Mama...I love you too."

That is a demons mistake.

To have someone you cannot forsake.

I made this crime,

Three more times.

First was dark and cruel,

Calm face, forever cool.

Next was a boy, or so I thought.

But a lesson he did taught.

That he knew the stare,

Of a mothers care.

The last was a surprising one,

Forgive me but at first glance, he seemed dumb.

I did learn, of his heart,

a heart that had a start,

But no end.

So these are my friends.

But I will never forget my first mistake.

Of a mother I did take.

And I hope I have that stare,

To show her I care.