Becky

Hair as white as daisies,
Just a child and nothing more.
Wearing a black dress,
Solemn face to be worn.
Following the dark limo,
Behind a darker hearse,
Walking in the funeral march,
Life following the adverse.
But no tears sting her cheeks.
There's nothing to cry about.
She knew this would happen.
In her head there was no doubt.
A heart can't take that much.
That much love for so many.
He'd give it to almost anyone.
Thinking he had plenty.
But thats why she loved him.
Looked up to him as only a five year old could.
Loved him for what he was.
His Becky, she understood.

©Odd