Her. Poem by Ellie Dalton

The twinkle of laughter
like bells in the wind.
Its her I look after
She's never sinned.

Hands intertwined,
dancing away
she's always on mind
until that dark day

She wandered astray
now dull and gray
for her I pray,
yet she never returns?

Still small and frail
never deserved this
skinny and pale
no longer with bliss.

I lay her to sleep
know she's in peace
I can't help but weep
for her life has ceased

I go home alone
that night I wake
I can't help but moan
I see her face

There she is,
Don't worry she says
Now she is his
And happy at last.