A Pathetic Soul: Pathos Personified

To some, she seemed like pathos personified,
To others, simply a woman who had died.

Just a young woman though, much too young to die,
But her home was to be heaven in the sky.

A man saw her sleeping soundly in the park.
He left her sitting there; it was before dark.

Others had seen her too; looked so much at peace.
No one really knew when God gave her release.

The next morning, the young woman was still there.
What had really happened? No one seemed to care.

A strolling policeman tried to wake her up.
He offered her coffee on which she could sup.

It was too late, as God had taken her soul
Up to heaven, where each one is always whole.

The smile on her face showed her to be at rest.
Pathos personified; some thought it was best.

A pathetic soul, some felt, lost and forlorn;
No one really knew her, unlikely to mourn.

Flowers on the park bench quickly multiplied.
No one knew who she was, or of what she died.

A rose bush was planted; blossomed that same day.
Would someone miss her, find roses and then pray?

Was she a mother, daughter, sister or wife?
People still gather to celebrate her life.

Always a mystery, someone disappears;
Parent's worst nightmare that oft leaves them in tears.

Women go missing, yes, every day it's true.
Pray for their souls, and for those who love them too.

Rose blossoms always suggest that there is love,
If not here on earth, at least from God above.

Young women go missing all of the time.