mab comes to callShe is still quick to smileThough her eyes speak of agonies long behind herShe cries when she remembersThe more tender pangs of life's follyNot the horrors but the indecencies of would be lovesAnd forgivenessesdespite themShe is loved by the sunHer skin is aglow And her eyes read a richnessThat casts a shade upon her yearsShe has seen too much And not enoughAnd she is smarter than youBut she won't let onShe has a longer memoryThan her name sakeAnd she has a larger heartTo boot