She lived a happy caring life.
Everybody loved her ways.
Never an unkind word.
Never an intended hurt.
She became a social worker,
Helping many in need,
Her life’s work Service.
She married a good man,
Had three little children,
Attended a Baptist Church
Every Sunday with her family.
Delivered meals to shut ins.
After the Church Services
Late one foreboding night,
She ran an errand at
A 24 hour supermarket.
She had a troubling feeling she
Shouldn’t be out so late
That night but she ignored it.
A lurking apex serial killer
Captured her in his weaved web.
Tortured her unmercifully
For many hellish hours,
Her pleas for mercy,
Her screams unheard.
He killed her slowly
Savored her every whimper.
He did many unspeaking things
To her torn and bruised corpse.
And threw her bagged remains
Into the depths of Clinton Lake.
By luck and maybe providence
Divers found her soaked parts.
The killer remained a mystery.
Years passed never caught.
And church members cried and
Wondered how God could let
Such a heinous thing happen
To such a wonderful woman.
And so do I.
Bob Boyd