Mrs. P

Once she was wealthy,
Her fortunes were great,
She saved her children,
But Siberia's Gulag
Was her fate,
She finally came
To the good, old USA,
But her children,
Raised in America,
Just kept away,
They were 'high society'
But their old lady
Was shabby, old and gray,
Nothing to gain,
Since her presence
Was just a shame,
Only Uncle Sam did care,
Housed her in a facility
And put her on Welfare.
What finally happened to her,
I do not know.
The last time I saw her,
Her spirits were low,
I wish her the best
Wherever she'd go...

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2008 Alfred Charasz