An unexpected mom

After the door shuts and the footsteps die In the quietness the baby cries And in the air frustrations fly When the crying stops the mom sighs In the crib the baby lies Mom can rest now as she walks away Being a sixteen-year-old mother is hard these days She never expected that with that boy she layed That it would ever, end up this way Her youth was taken, and changed into all work and no play Her life is different now and will forever be changed