The Woman On The Corner Poem by Bgb radley

Trial of homelessness strikes close to my heart
Its so difficult to put down in part
My poor baby daughter a ghost on the street
For a bottle, a meal- she'd screw men she'd meet

This is such a dangerous way
To lead a desperate life everyday
The hardest part was watching Her die
Not the life I'd have chosen, wonder why

She was a very hostile and hurtful drunk
True tough love on my part, how low had I sunk
Muscular Dystrophy was part of her plight
She saw only darkness was too tired to fight

She seized even when downing her booze
Early scerosis extended abuse
I cried for her at night, worried all day
She called from jail detox and a hospital stay

I once had to search for her as Jane Doe
In a panic I found her. Back out she'd go
I felt so mad, sad0and damn confused
My Sarah was out there, but with who I mused

Homeless are people with a good heart and soul
Whether they choose or not to take on this role
I know from experience that this is true
My daughter is loving, giving, caring too

She had cried to me that I loved her no more
I wrote her a poem to convince and implore
Her to live and I loved her, I swore

I read her that poem in her hospital bed
We both cried, she'd get help she actually said
She's now a month sober, attending AA
Happily Sarah has a safe place to stay
I pray to the Lord that she finds her way