Lost Child –Found on the porch

This was written when I worked as a medical research program manager.

Poetry Road

One cold morning moment

she walked unto the porch

Did she cry out, did she stumble,

Did she pray

At one point she collapsed

And lay there as the snow covered her soul

EMS came when she was already cold to the touch

How lonely the list of her personal effects

Identified a pair of pants

Two shirts and two keys

An old watch

A pair of oddly colored earrings

The remaining twenty documents testified of last efforts

Last breathes

Filed and justified

The end of a life

Barely 60 years old

The story in the papers told

Inner city born and bred

Child grew and now she is dead

When was the moment

Addiction seized

Innocence scrapped

Confidence trapped

Consciousness averted

The heartbreaks remain

As this is a story from a decade ago

The voices still continue everyday

Those who die alone

Just as they lived

where is the call…

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About Poetry Road/Marty Goes to Mars

Poetry storage, genealogy research and tribute to my grandson with Down Syndrome . Creativity is my outlet--expressions in acrylics, accomplished quilter , doll maker and writer. Please visit my shop sites. Thank you for stopping in!
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