Concrete Angel

Standing in a shaded part of the forest,
She stands,
Her wings spread,
And hands held against her breast,
In a silent prayer,
For the little child,
That lays at the engraved stone,
Which reads,

Here lays Rose Winters,
Mother, worker, and lover,
Rose will not be forgotten,
R.I.P,

And the little child reads it over,
And over,
And over,
Again,
And again,
And again,
Stroking away the moss,
And pulling up the grass,
That blocked the rest of the words,
All together it read,

Here lays Rose Winters,
Mother, worker, and lover,
Rose will not be forgotten,
R.I.P,
For my mama never knew about me,
Till' I should be born,
And then when I was,
It killed he-,

And with the knife the girl held in her hand,
She carved in the 'r',
With her last struggling bit,
Of strength,
She lays,
The knife,
Atop the word stone,
And lays her hands under her head and lets out,
Her last breath,
To open her eyes and step out of her,
Small body,
And into her Mama's arms,
For the first time.