A decade ago <br />your smile was eternally <br />sequestered. <br /> <br />Evil flew in and drew <br />a heart on the palm <br />of your left hand. <br /> <br />A broken paintbrush <br />mocked your perfect palette <br />when it was used as a garrote <br />handle <br /> <br />To string a chord <br />that looked like white lace <br />when it was furrowed into <br />your pristine <br />neck. <br /> <br />Snow would not fall <br />beneath the feet of such <br />hatred, <br />as no tracks were left <br />to guide the way to justice, <br /> <br />Until now. <br /> <br />Green eyes and a curled <br />Adornment of gold— <br />A radiate visage <br />Of a six-yr-old <br />Child, <br /> <br />Girl, <br /> <br />Loved in death, <br />Lived in heaven <br /> <br />Resting with the angels <br />—At long last. <br />With her mother beside <br />her they sleep in peace <br />in all their beauty.<br /><br />s./j. goldner<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/jonbenet-s-final-heur/
