Ribbon On Top
She took an extra fifteen pills.
Ten beats and her heart stopped still.
An hour passed and her Mama walked in.
Fists clenched, lips pressed paper thin.
Lay still in a silk lined box.
Tears rolled over what was lost.
They packed up everything they owned.
That house no longer felt like a home.
And they wondered, oh they wondered what they had done.
They'd fought other battles but no wars were won.
A set smile as if she were lost in a dream.
In sweet solitude, with a ribbon on top.
She wore a black fitted lace dress.
In silence she greeted her guests.
Emotion hid behind her hollow eyes.
They whispered their last "sleep well, goodnight".
And they wondered, oh they wondered what they had done.
They'd fought other battles but no wars were won.
A set smile as if she were lost in a dream.
In sweet solitude, with a ribbon on top.