This sense of security brings a smile to the mother’s face, and it would be the mother’s last smile.
The seventh stanza has a tone of fear and anxiety. When the mother hears the explosion, she seems to automatically know something is wrong. She becomes frantic and tears fill her eyes as she ran through Birmingham shouting her little girl’s name. Randall’s metaphor of the mother’s “wet and wild” eyes brings to mind a woman frantically searching for her child that she loves so dearly. The explosion is almost audible, one empathizes with the mother. One can visualize her running through the crowded streets of Birmingham. The eighth and final stanza is one of misery and woe. The mother digs through all rubble from the explosion only to find her daughter’s shoe. She knows her daughter could still be alive if she had let her go to the Freedom March; she feels directly responsible for her daughter’s death. It is hard enough to lose a child at all, but to feel at fault for his or her death must be sickening. It is easy to think of all the people that died as another number to remember, but it is heart-breaking when you think of the individuals that went through this kind of pain because of