Only a sapling to guard two cold stones
When she first knelt on this hateful hill.
No solace to find in dust and darkness
Just words, foul words...
Date of birth
And death
Her mother's name
Branches reached to touch the sun
When last she came to this hill of sorrow.
Mourners came, mourners went.
Carved there were more words.
Date of birth
And death
Her father's name
Never to return to this wretched place.
No words of comfort upon these stones.
This black-hearted hill had made it clear
She was no longer
Anyone's
Little girl.
