Isobel - Po' Girl

The first day of spring she finally stopped breathing

Silent postscript to five days of waiting

Eyes wide open unblinking unseeing

She chose her moment well gracious to a fault

She waited 'til they were distracted

She waited 'til they had stopped watching

Smiling over pictures of her prairie gone-by past

Smiling over pictures of a girl with a mind like glass

Clear and sharp but shattered

Clear and sharp but shattered

Clear and sharp but shattered

And then she left

She left