Could she have known....
that she would end up
in an empty barn
at the age of ninety....
Solitary with not a shred of clothing,
to cover her skeletal body,
Eyes sunken in deep holes of misery
Bones peeping through skin sheer.
The anguish plain of languishing
homeless, helpless, all alone
Her bosom that had fed eight
now bare;
craving for those nurtured lips.....
Her face criss cross with lines
smeared with the forbearance of suffering
A soul withering in smothered
motherly love;
bewildered by fate.
Her hands now shrivelled
that had once caressed her young ones
Her lips now cracked
that once had sung many lullabies.
The authorities found her thus....
A pathetic example of extreme cruelty
She extended a hand beseeching...
Her smile through agony
brought tears to many!
