Twas on the day that I was born <br />That from this world <br />You were torn <br />Oh sweet Mary Kelly <br /> <br />The last and worst <br />Of the Rippers work <br />You left this world so cold <br /> <br />In the past you still remain <br />For what purpose were you slain <br />An epitaph of sorrow and pain <br />Oh sweet Mary Kelly <br /> <br />And though the world remembers Jack <br />Your story’s not been told <br />To most you remain a mystery <br />So many turns in your history <br />Oh sweet Mary Kelly <br /> <br />Though known of ill repute <br />Such poverty must have driven thee <br />To such a sad pursuit <br />Oh sweet Mary Kelly <br /> <br />In London dark and cold <br />Your youth was quickly stole <br />Your sad and fragile life <br />Was stolen in the night <br />Of November ninth <br />Oh sweet Mary Kelly <br /> <br />The murders many feared <br />Its never been quite clear <br />How you fell that night <br />To such a fateful fright <br />Oh sweet Mary Kelly <br /> <br />Though stories there be many <br />Versions of your life a plenty <br />Those who watched in scorn <br />With no compassion to those forlorn <br />Women of the night in White Chapel <br /> <br />I wrote this poem for you <br />On the day of my birth <br />And though there be few who may morn <br />My prayers for you might have some worth <br /> <br />I dedicate this memorial verse <br />Perchance to remove the ripper curse <br />And though I ’m no Keats nor Shelly <br />I've penned this poem in remembrance of <br />Dear Sweet Mary Kelly<br /><br />Lynne FincherSpringarden<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sweet-mary-kelly/
