Helen

 

She sits here at the bus stop in her Sunday dress
cold rain pouring down she is a sodden mess
She wraps her arms around herself
attempts to ward off the chill
She hears her mothers voice
Helen where are you?
The nurse pulls back the shower curtain
Helen what are you doing here?
you’re so cold you’re turning blue
lets get you out, dry you off
and find another dress

 

 

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