• It never took a person much to pick that
    One out of a crowd and not because she was
    Of the few
    Children
    To be found among those at the funeral

    Those eyes those
    Placid blue eyes
    Somehow
    Could remain unclouded and dry when
    Any other pair would be flooded with
    Tears endlessly the tears

    Pale skin not a breath to be made and eyes
    Forever shut
    Death
    She understood that concept well enough
    Finality end of the road no more chances
    Still her blue eyes would only
    Blink

    The faces lying among
    Fluffy white cotton were vaguely
    Distorted
    Familiar
    You knew them she was told and they spilled out
    Some intelligible reason blurred by obscurity
    Her heart yet remained
    Unmoved and calm

    Slowly the pages of the calender
    Fell away
    At each death a funeral
    Others would pass her and utter words of
    Comfort and supposedly soothing touches
    To ease the pain not there
    Still her blue eyes would only
    Blink

    Then it happened the death no one expected the
    Closest yet to them
    The grave site was crowded
    This time too with her vastly aged form now she
    Was a teenager with a expected sense of
    Maturity compassion and respect

    Some stopped her to ask
    How she was handling it
    Losing her
    Law-given grandmother and if she felt
    Sadness
    At all

    No
    The word rang out
    I'll never forget the words she uttered then
    Mourning death was just as pointless
    As fearing it

    The uttered words silenced and the hands
    Pulled away in distaste she could
    See
    Still her blue eyes would only
    Blink

    I have to doubt that she's changed much
    With the years
    "Death is nothing
    But a unavoidable means to an end"
    Still her blue eyes can only
    Blink