she lives in basement
flicking paint on white canvas
listening to opera
wearing a long worn jumper
and Jesus sandals.
Her grey straggly hair
like a cloudy day
and her toffy voice
lingered softly after each word.
Her two daughters
adopted or kidnapped
yet both the image
of there sweet mother.
One glimpse of this lady
and my mind as already
made accusations
and I don't even know her.