We’re all gathered here
in this place we fear
where we can’t find a tear,
but at least she’s found peace.
It’s sad, no explanation in a note,
guess that’s all she wrote…
what more to say about her, I don’t know,
except she’s now found peace.
If we’d only known her,
but her memory is largely a blur
‘cause her depression made us squirm,
so, thankfully she’s now found peace.
Let’s bow our heads and remember
how we wish she’d tried a little harder
to carry whatever bothered her,
and then we’ll sigh and recall she’s found peace.
And finally, as we honor a memory blurred
with continued silence and empty words
we’ll depart a callous herd—
without knowing that from us she’s now found peace.
©April 2015, Christina Anne Hawthorne