Day#6 Prompt: Hero/Heroine, Form: Ballad, Device: Anaphora, epistrophe
The children loved to wait in the way
Where walked the lovely lady in grey
Their lives were mostly sad blues
The lady’s smile gave it a brilliant hue.
The children were poor, you see
Their clothes were torn and dirty.
But when walked the lovely lady in grey
They felt the beam of the brightest part of the day.
The children in wait every morning lay
For there walked the lovely lady in grey
She brought food, she lingered a while
They loved it best when she would smile.
The children led rough lives in mean streets
And slept cold beneath tattered sheets
So when here walked the lady in grey
Her smile was like a pretty bouquet.
One day the lovely lady in grey looked in the mirror
And decided life wasn’t worth living with all the horror
Her death mattered to few, no flowers on her grave except
The wayside flowers picked by the children who wept
For the lovely lady in grey.