“He got rid of me.”
And the ceremony started.
Like a bride in her dress,
White as snow and pure as gold,
Her ring she gave to the eldest daughter
And her love for all of them.
Why bother to dig a hole on the ground?
It’s not like she has anywhere else to go.
The first stone was cast by the one who brought her up,
missed by a feet.
Still the second didn’t make it
so was the third.
“She is innocent! It’s a sign from God.” one said,
but immediately she was struck by the bone of her bones, flesh of her flesh.
Her dress turned red like crimson,
the sky started spinning above her head.
Maybe it’s better this way
So she can’t make out it was the ones who she gave birth struck her next, or the chaotic crowd.
There’s no more fear, no more expectation, no more uncertainty.
In Him she committed her spirit,
for she still has hope in Him.
The love in her will not fail.
