Her life has passed, it has run its course, but no more will troubles find her,
She now lay in peace, free from all ills, where earthly problems no longer bind her.
Her memory only lives on in me, with no kin to share her passing,
Ignored by those who should have cared, except for vultures now amassing.
Ann, born in the year of 1939, to a troubled life in the city's heart,
A loving mother raised her from birth, till war sick father tore her life apart.
A scene no eight year old eyes should see, was played as she cowered on the stairs,
The flat iron swung in her fathers hand, and killed her mother quite unawares.
She was taken away to a strange new home, no explanation of her past was given,
no mention from whence she came or why, or the madness by which her father was driven.
Through foster homes she was then passed, one pair of hands on to another,
no explanation to her was offered of the demise of her father or mother.
Left alone to deal with the horrific scene, which replayed often through her mind,
No words of comfort were offered to ease a childs thoughts so maligned.
The story filled the papers of her father's guilt and how he'd been hung.
but Ann was left in doubt and confusion, filled with grief that was left unsung.
As teen age years knocked on her doorstep, her mistake was soon to show,
Now heavy with an unborn child, she was thrown out onto the road.
The shame could not be accepted, she was shunned and expelled from her home,
With a bag of meagre possessions, she sat on the kerbside crying and all alone.
Back in care the authorities dismissed her, so with her boyfriend she ran away,
An american soldier took her off with him, across the seas to the USA.
Their daughter was born on american soil, but life was not without its trials
But she made the most of what she had, to make her life there at least worthwhile.
But trouble once more came knocking, marriage finally ended in shatters,
After conflict with her own flesh and blood, returned to her roots, her life in tatters.
In the city, her uncle took her under his wing making sure that she was cared for,
giving her a home and food, a place to work, a caring world now to explore.
And so her life went from strength to strength, a success in her new career.
But still no word or letters or calls from her own daughter, ever did appear.
The years passed on through a stormy life, fortune came but never stayed,
but she carried on as old age approached and her health began to fade.
It was five years ago I met her, this older lady needing a helping hand,
Barely able to do things on her own, or live her life the way she planned.
But illness upon her took a strengthing grasp, as years passed our friendship grew.
Until her final fight with breath was lost and for me to relate her story to you.
I hope one day to fulfill a wish, Ann's story and life to bestow
To her daughter who lives across the sea, but where, no-one knows.
Sleep in peace Ann.. I will miss you.
Adding your comment:
No one knows where her daughter lives at ??? Awww that's so sad 
