You had lines and detention, but
Did nothing wrong.
The model student.
Tied, prone, exhausted, being eaten inside out.
Still you smiled through cracked, white lips.
Blame reserved for the bitter.
Crass words left to the media and politicians.
You didn’t have time for any of that.
In between long blinks,
You looked back
At the life you’d led;
The lives, like flowers,
The laughter that had hugged your soul; and
The kindness that, even at the end,
Flowed from your eyes.
Some see strength in the firsts they land, or
The words they say,
Yours was wrapped in quiet humility.
A humble mountain who
Did it her way
Your last breath:
A lantern for us weaker ones.