Seven

Seven is a number for people to remember
The number of days it took
For God to create the Earth
Allowing for some rest
What we base our week on
A number most consider to be lucky
She went out of her way for seven years
After that, only common courtesy remained
And the hell that was to begin
Became inevitable
How to remain friendly
To children that had all but abandoned her
And find ways to continue the torment
Spying, Plotting, Scheming, Lying
Every resource at their hands
To push away their own blood
Their own mother
A person who should have been sacred to them
As Mary was to Jesus
Left to live a life of solitude
Where she was left to wonder
What went wrong
And realize that nothing
Would ever make a difference