Lost and Alone nothing with her, not even a name hair dishevelled, drenched to the bone far from all she’d ever known found by a phone box in the rain hair dishevelled, drenched to the bone no bag, no shoes and quite alone found by a phone box in the rain it was clear she’d been under a lot of strain no bag, no shoes and quite alone she could hardly say anything on the phone it was clear she’d been under a lot of strain somehow she must have caught a train she could hardly say anything on the phone scared and lost, from a different town somehow she must have caught a train she needed help to find her home scared and lost, from a different town far from all she’d ever known she needed help to find her home nothing with her, not even a name Margaret Beston