Response to the question
"Who Am I?"
"Whisper what we dare not say
Suspicion may rise from nought
From malice envy or want of thought,
Oh list to that small voice within
Which whisperings oft make men confounded
And trumpet not another sin
You'd blush so if you're own were sounded."
(From an old man living in area where my mother lived - she is also supposed to be buried in this area but I have never succeeded in finding her grave)