A Shot in the Dark: The Mother’s Story

 A Shot in the Dark:

The mother’s story. 

His father found me just once in the park

I scratched his face as he held me in the dark

A fumble, a tumble and he hit the mark

My child, he was a shot in the dark

Blessed child for whom life was a lark

With friends and playmates out in the park

But danger circled with the teeth of a shark

And pushed into his vein, a shot in the dark

A place at college, but he’d never embark

On a career, as the drugs killed the spark

One day a gang saw him talk to a narc

And later I heard it, a shot in the dark

A silent-sobbing tummy-hugging Joan of Arc

Amongst my lost boy’s bouquets in the park

“Your baby will be a boy, and you”ll call him Mark “

Shocked, “How?” She asked, “Just a shot in the dark”