No fear~

Seven year old,

dancing, singing loud

She loves her jumps

And hates her frock

She runs and falls

She gets up and cries

Knows little of fear

And little of lies

She picks her paper

and writes a rhyme

She lives with clouds

And floats over time

Ten year old,

Quiet and tense

She pores over her books

And is quite intense

Her dance is wild

She has been mocked

Her songs are noise

And so it has been talked

She walks through

Doesnt run, doesnt fall

She props up herself

To be Daddy's favorite doll

Twenty year old,

In love, in shame

He walks away 

And she is to blame

Trying hard to 'win' back

What never was hers

She paints her heart

In mournful colors

When going gets tougher

She runs away-

Tired at night

At work by day

Twenty five year old

She is looking back

At old postcards

And broken backs

Laughs at the journey

At the dancing child

At the days of mourning

And wooden wild

With hands on her crib

She now looks ahead

To being truly alive 

Before her death.