#WritcoPoemPrompt25
She toils through the day,
Without a word or a nay,
She earns her daily bread,
Not a tear does she shed...
She carries her baby on her back
She hurries maybe for a ricecake sack
She sells them on Lane
She yells "buns" as insane
All goes near her
Hall poes lear her
She gains a penny or two
She eats a bunny or so
She lives in street alone
She thrives in street forlorn
She covers herself in blanket
She hovers in a sachets
The day I saw,she was no more.
Only poor wailing baby in winter cold.
© Stela