They wrapped her body
In a large white dress
And marked her lips
Bright red.
Oily lotion was smeared
All over her skin
The part that was visible
While the rest started turning grey.
She looked bigger than usual
Although she was never really small
Lying there on the carriage
Engulfed within the pink material that surrounded her body.
No one really loved her
While she was alive
But now they were kneeling
By her side saying prayers.
Sometime it takes time
For people to realize
A value
Sometimes it is too late.