Jessica has died, only seven years old,
as we watch the doctors feed their lines in,
trying in hope, so she wouldn’t grow cold.

“God wanted an angel”: That view does not hold: 
What father, what God, could commit such a sin?
Jessica has died, only seven years old

“There’s a new star tonight” is piercing but bold
A nova for her, burning object akin,
trying in hope, so she wouldn’t grow cold.

Dear ones sit near us, their pain manifold. 
The broken, who'd been here, like her Auntie Lynne,
for Jessica has died, only seven years old

Real friends hold us tight ’til pain is paroled
while some attempt words, so absurd you hear a pin 
drop, trying in hope, so she wouldn’t grow cold.

“My rabbit died recently!” I wanted to scold
but what was the point, I had no way to begin:
Jessica has died, only seven years old.
They tried in hope, so she wouldn’t grow cold.


                                   13 November 2023