She

Written by: Ann Anderson

She was 
delight,
took just her smile 
to melt the cold
from their lost dreams,
in her palms she held,
everything, so it would seem.

She delivered on the
dark and dusted door
thier needs,
well in the corner of her world
she SCREAMED!!!!  
she SCREAMED!!!!

Clasped hands
around a pitied soul,
as she lays the body
bruised and soiled
but a hearty meal,
from a mothers toil.