On every girls sixteenth birthday
her mother traditionally would drape a necklace crafted from gold around her neck,
and one day - she would do the same.
No one could hear her whisper her wish,
due to the chorus of song escaping their lips.
She'd hug her mother, and dance with her father
until they returned home.

But her parents died too young,
so she draped a necklace crafted from rope
around her own neck.
She couldn't hear the singing,
for she lay six feet underground -
the height at which her father once stood.
But it didn't matter, for her wish had been granted.
She wrapped her own arms around herself,
incased in wood.
She could sleep at last,
blanketed in a layer of earth.
For now, she was home.