Ive been slaving all day long
Making mock of me as if nothings wrong
Its a curse, Im a castaway

Ive given all, nothing more to say

So tired, still no end

She placed her hand on her forehead
Wondered why, whats it for
Its a dead end

Mrs. B walks towards the door
You havent eaten anything, dont you want some more?
Does she talk to herself or me

Contemporary slavery

She seems shrunken

And her face showed signs of her old age
Breakable bones
All alone without her family

They are waiting for the death of Mrs. B

Mrs. B keeps her son to herself

At least she tries to
When he married, it cause quite a stir
She hit him and her too


She wonders why no one calls
Since they got her number and all

Itll be a relief to slowly drift away
No more waiting for the lonely days


Mrs. B says shes all alone
Wondering if shes safe in her home
Doesnt care to come out because the kids

Might take her purse or blow her to bits