Her Beginning Was Her End Poem by Khloe Chace

Red shoes, a bow in her hair.
A leather jacket. She never got to wear/
Caked make-up or a soccer ball.
She never had the chance to see the nightfall.

She never had the chance to open her eyes.
She never had the chance to see it all

Comic strips and guitar strums.
When the world's air touched,
She never got to see her mum.
Or get the chance to be proud of what she'd done.

But now she'll never know...

Would she make a difference in our world?
How much happier would mum and dad be,
Her growing the life she was meant to lead?
And how to describe a sunset's power,
When the beginning was the end...
Her beginning was her end.

Paint on a palette of an open mind.
A mind of ideas from an ear to the pen.
Patient on a table, fighting to keep him alive,
In the same way they never did for her.

But now she'll never know...

Would she make a difference in our world?
How much happier would mum and dad be,
Her growing the life she was meant to lead?
And how to describe a sunset's power,
When the beginning was the end...
Her beginning was her end.

She never had the chance to open her eyes.
She never had the change to see at all.