Forgotten
Snuggled in grasses
Tickled by weather
Her writing is fading
As if carved by a feather
Her corners are rounded
Like shoulders gone weary
Years added grayness
Perpetually bleary
Her grave is so natural
Unobtrusive and soft
Unnoticed in its stillness
By passerby’s of’t
The long deceased girl
Forgotten is her life
Her talent and accomplishment
And victory o’er strife
The things that made her proud
Singular, unique
Are trapped beneath a gravestone
Entombed by posterity weak
