Each strand of hair and the little curl in it’s place.
No smudged mascara
Everything perfect on her face.
She smiles, she laughs
Nothing seems out of place.
Handsome husband and two beautiful daughters
Everything seems so perfect from the outside world
Her smiles covers the bruises
Her laughs smudges the hurt
It’s far from perfect
But, she smiles and she laughs
Until that day
Family and friends gather
Unable to fathom, they make up stories about her
Well she smiled and she laughed, so she must have been okay
She is not around to defend her imperfect world
Yet they gather to give her the perfect funeral,
Her hair the way she likes, each strand the little curl in it’s place.
No smudged mascara, or blood stains on her face.
Her favorite Hymn at the beginning and the end
It was a funeral fit for a queen.
Perfection in an imperfect world.