Veiled woman

A veiled woman sits

at the corner of the street

she’s dirty and cold

as the autumn wind sweeps

she tilts her head

under the weight of her misery

and she worries

if her children

will get anything to eat tonight

People pass her

ignore her

smile at her

or show her their scorn

She takes in the blows

without replying

her mourning heart

filled with sorrow

Only death will give her back

what she has lost

only when sickness

cripples her body even more

falls the few teeth she still has

will she find peace

and retrieve the arms

of her true love

she so dearly misses