I put an abnormal amount of thought into this rhyme poem, because originally I set it up to be from the point of view of Jewel from As I Lay Dying, hence the title. However, the longer I wrote about his guilt, the more the point of view transitioned to mine, expressing guilt over someone I loved and deterred. By the end of the poem, the speaker is no longer Jewel speaking of his mother, but me speaking of someone else. I hope others can empathize with the emotions expressed here and can perhaps find the point where I stopped trying to be Jewel, because I’m not sure I can. Till next time!