Whisperings

Wherever she walked,
   whispering went,
   like a shadow,
   following her.
No one knew
   what she knew,
   still the talk,
   filled the air.

Knife cutting,
   hurtful words,
   "sinner and slut,"
   "bastard child."
As if not there,
   they spoke,
   uncaring folks,
   gossipers.

No words spoken,
  nothing from her,
  no hateful stares,
  no angry refute.
What she knew,
  none would know,
  until the time,
  was fully come.