Everyone when she was young. They said she was the pretty one. She’s lovely now just watch her as she goes. Waiting for the birds to come. She holds the hands of someone young. Whose mother comes and she sees her and she smiles. Thank you Louise. Thank you Louise. Mother of three. Waiting in the check-out line. The supermarket Christmas time. She eyes someone who doesn’t have the change. Takes a dollar from her purse. She pays and doesn’t say a word. She winks and grins and ‘Merry Christmas friend!’. Thank you Louise. Thank you Louise. Mother of three. In Baltimore the freezing cold. That chills her darling to the bone. She leaves her work and cuts her job (?). Her brother lay upon the bed. With broken teeth and busted head. He hears the phone and he knows his brother’s dead. Thank you Louise. Thank you Louise. Mother of two