The crazy woman looked up from her diary
Pen in hand, eyes a million miles away
She smirked, jotted a word or two
Her tongue out the side of her mouth
Her mind on an incident from long ago.
The child was playing beside the road
The car came, as cars did, swerved missing her
Panicked, her mother, watching her, ran to her aid
The girl oblivious to the danger, innocence personified
Sat with her mother listening to her anxiety.
The crazy woman wrote another word then screamed:
“Fuck you, fuck mothers, fuck you all.”
It was the maniacal laughter that aroused the staff
She’s off again they thought as one grabbed the syringe.
Holding her down they put her to sleep, for her, for them.
The child crawled down from her mother’s lap
Sat in the dirt, her mind confused by her mother’s urgency
There she listened as her mother rattled off the familiar tale
Abandonment, abuse, trauma, her dad, her uncle
None of it made sense, but she knew it would.
Written for: https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2018/09/30/sunday-writing-prompt-lady-lazarus-sylvia-plath/
Morpethroad 
Good write! You nailed it!
Thanks Susan, all those years teaching Plath and Ted Hughes paid off, thanks for your lovely encouraging comment.
Ah, well that explains it! You really are a good writer.
Thank you
I’d say they paid off, outstanding Michael =)
Thanks yves you are very kind
Excellent
Thanks so much