A Place
She looked at the sky,
With big blue eyes,
Then thunder crashed,
And she died.
They never saw it coming,
Never watched her face;
All they knew since then
Was absence in her place.
She was not like other children,
She slept too much at night
Dreaming about worlds
Where she lived with all her might.
Places, she’d often tell of,
Places where she’d been,
Places they never heard of,
Nor have heard of since then.
She was a child full of life,
Each moment filled with zest.
She lived each moment to its fullest,
Giving it her best.
So many things about this girl
They would never know,
The parts of her that were born whole,
And those parts she’d often sew.
She had great worlds inside of her,
Most, of which, she’d create,
But the one they knew the least about
Was the one she grew to hate.
They knew so very little
Of how they treated her each day,
They knew so very little
Of the words, to her, they’d say.
They were not privy
To her tears,
And ever absent
Of her fears.
They knew not of the strength it took
For this child, at life, to look
With a bright perspective and smiling eyes;
All the effort it took to try.
For granted, they took her,
Time and Again,
Until she was gone.
Only now, does it sink in.
The beauty she saw
And often imagined
Took greater strength
Then how, it, they’d flatten.
She was a treasure,
A pearl lost at sea,
A diamond stolen,
Gold dust in the breeze.
An opal, rough-handled,
A peridot unseen,
Amethyst unappreciated,
A poor aquamarine.
But no matter the grief
Her loved ones would face,
They would not miss her enough,
To see her Place.
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