The Thoughts of Pearl

Mother, mother who are you?
What is your secret you do not show through?
I feel there is a secret inside your soul
One you feel can never be told

Mother, why am I not allowed to play?
Down with other children during the day?
Is it my fault? What did I do?
Did I commit the same sin as you?

Mother, why do they laugh at me?
Is there something wrong I cannot see?
I know I am your little Pearl
That wanders about alone in this world

Although so many people are mean
There is one nice man to be seen
I know, Mother, you like that man
The man with his heart covered by his hand

Maybe soon we can be with him
And tell all the secrets we have held within

I wrote this about the book The Scarlet Letter
-me