A 3 day old crushed by
the carelessness of a parent.
Placed on her stomach as she slept,
fate cut her string of life with
it's cleaver, like a chef chopping
a roll of sushi. Her mother missed
the chance for a loving scolding,
To say things like "no, no I'm not
having any of that" when the
child would misbehave. No checking
for monsters under her bed even
though she knows there are none because
they "sleep in your head." The little girl
would never be able to run
and jump with excitement or to debate
with her mom about just one more cookie.
"Now it's on to the W's" to
find where little Ann Elizabeth
Winters lies. The grave kept clean by
the family who cherished her, who left
one last present dangling on the
tombstone, a silver and gold key necklace
engraved with the words "I will be loved."