A Poem "?"

“?”

Of all the pretty letters 

That she wrote on rainy days

Nothing shown so bright and clear

As when she went away

Everyone stood so still

And tried to read the words

But the crowding had become so bad

That only screams were heard

No one knew she had enough

Or that she wanted out

They did recall a time or two

When she asked to just slow down

More questions came then answers

And there was no swift reply

Just watered eyes and mourning

How could they all get by 

She did so much each tiring hour

To mend or drag or scrape or pull

Each request it was so heeded

If they had known it’d got that bad

They would have stepped right in

If they had the time so open

Or the will that they could spend

And that girl has left today

And as they’re sad what’s sadder yet

Is that they didn’t know her name