Betty Grace
Without our Betty Grace
a seamstress of Fashion and lace
once upon a time she lit up a room,
a starlight a beauty, a movie in your room
As time has rolled, meandered on the bridge of Toll governed by politicians , divisions , conqering for the good of all .
Betty Grace RIP
She lived on a shoe string living in poverty
Living on a meal called pasta salt pepper and butter spaghetti
bills to pay
one meal a day
no heating to warm her elderly bones
she sat all alone.
Betty Grace is her name
Our forgotten hero x
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