Melody

They'll never see the smiling face

shan't touch touch the hand

or know the grace.

She lived in ignorance

and died in peace.

She barely knew life

ne’er lust, anger, or greed.

A miracle child

before her first breath

no sun in her hair

but spring in her step.

She lay in her grave

in the warmest of seasons

plucked from her life

for the least valid of reasons.

And though she is missed

and though she is mourned.

She never knew life.

She never knew warm.