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
