Rest

By Hope Weidemann

I think that she should get a full night’s sleep.
I think that maybe she should die
this time.
I think that this time she’ll sleep until she is healed.
It will be better.
We will hurt

worse.
The sun will rise and the frost will melt, and
she will be new again.
Someone will hold her.
She will be safe.
She will be at peace with the mother.

Mourning will come that morning, but
everything will keep revolving.
The world will never stop until
we kill it.
I think that she should get a full night’s sleep.
That her sleep should be the winter with no end.

We can put flowers in her hair before we bury her.
We can plant a tree on her grave.
She will die when she stops breathing,
when her heart becomes  the slammed breaks of a car crash.
She knows she will not be forgotten.
May she smile into restful eternity.