PILLAGE

by
Olga S. Hardman
 
 

I got home before she did that day.

I saw her as she got off the bus,

holding a folded hankie before her mouth.

She slowly climbed each step

and as she drew near me

I saw that my mother had been ravaged --

All of her teeth were gone.

I cried bitterly.




©  1993  Olga S. Hardman