Friday, April 8, 2011

The Nicest Person

On tuesdays after she had been out shopping she pushed her
trolley home along the street
And she would say good day to everybody the friendliest
person you could wish to meet
Her gray hair well combed always looked so tidy and she
always dressed well and always
looked so neat
And she looked well for one in her mid seventies with a
perfect set of her own clean
white teeth.

Old joan she told me all about melinda of how about an easy
life she never knew
Her husband died when their two daughters were schoolkids
and melinda herself only
thirty two
But she did cleaning jobs to raise her daughters the hardest
working person in the town
She rose at dawn for to cook for them their breakfast and
she had little time for sitting
down.

Before herself she always put her children and they always
looked so well dressed and well
fed
And she for them was such a great role model melinda by
good example always led
Her daughter married well and gave her grandkids and though
from her they lived long miles
away
They always kept in touch with their dear mother and rang
her often every second day.

Melinda had not been seen for a few days and one of her
neighbours thought he would do
the right thing
He could see the light still switched on in her lounge room
and he felt he ought to give
the cops a ring
The police came and found melinda's body and it had the
strong stench of death and
decay
In her lounge room she had disturbed a burglar her dried
blood on the carpet where she
lay.

She won't be seen again on tuesday mornings pushing her
shopping trolley home along
the street
And she will be sadly missed by all who knew her the nicest
person one could wish to meet
She never knew an easy life melinda and of others she only
had good to say
And surely she deserved a better ending she did not deserve
to die in such a way..

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