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.