No one tucked her into bed that night, so long ago
Still, she said her prayers and kissed her own hand,
Waited, then whispered to no one, "If you say so..."
She was an easy child, she made no demand
Perhaps that was the red flag and we chose to ignore
Hasn't everyone once stood like an ostrich with head in sand?
Her prayer to angels unseen began like before
"Angel of God, my guardian dear..."
But mid-way she began to implore
"God, please let me know you're there, that you hear...
...for I have sinned in the worst way and don't know
what the consequence will be. Death, I fear."
Nestled in her trundle, on a patch of a Texan plateau
She tearfully, fearfully cried out to her Lord.
That's when she said, "If you say so...."
What answer did she hear that restored
Her faith and quieted her uncertain grace?
Silent in life as in death, she found her reward.
Dawn shed rays to no avail upon her waxen face.
She lay, for now, in purgatory's space.