I Have Cramps

She looked dirty,
All tattered clothes
envelop her body
Sitting and sleeping
In the gutter.
Yet she was a mother
Her kids lost,
Her home gone
Her beloved turned to dust.
A life torn for another.
Things are not what they seem.

He was a loner,
Never took to company
His face was gnarled
No one would go near him
Yet he goes to the hospital
Of children with lost dreams
There he takes comfort
As he comforts
In holding a baby.
A life made for another.
Things are not what they seem.