Old Maid

She lived alone in her sister's house quiet is a poor church mouse She cooked and clean for her keep up the attic room she did retreat She dressed plain with colors drab a smiling face she never had She seldom ever went out her conscious pure without doubt Her sister's family could not be blamed changing her she would not entertain Her nieces tease her is a living ghost for breakfast she fed them burnt toast Her cat stayed with her in her room rumors were at night she flew the broom Her demeanor was of a Dark Ages nun her sister never remembered her being fun She died one night in her sleep no one notice for a week Her funeral was very small ashes in a gray urn dull Letters she wrote to herself discover while cleaning a bottom shelf Were words poetic of an unknown soul rapture of life express in poem's prose