Pine Mountain Cemetery XXVI
              Little Girl Blue

There is a song that sings of two li’l girls
In blue, lad, two li’l girls in blue, mountain
Music rings sad and true so mirrors those

Hard lives, bitter disappointments and loss.
These little girls were no different, the
Prettiest one buried on this mountain.

Torn from sister by whisper, feud and greed,
Blood defied that held our clans in thrall.
Great fear it was that shut the door, one

Girl fairer than the other, red fire of
Jealousy tore at him and drug a trail of anger
From deep inside to demand a ransom.

None of hers dared come near their place,
Feared they might make him worse. Left
Alone she began to change, either that or

Face the dread of threat and pain, kids
Cried when she hurt, and so she stopped.
In time the beauty that drove him wild did

Begin to fade, her will weaker, her song
Quieter. Turned her back on all she knew
Left kin behind to save a piece of edge

Where she hid safe, with children, too. A
Hardness wiped away the last soft smile,
Grit enough to shelter and take them through.

Kids didn’t turn out too good, no surprise. Fear
Shatters roots needed for a healthy child.
Late, aunt stepped in for the little good it did.

Two little girls in blue the old refrain, no
Stone to point us to where the sister lay,
“Good, I’m free”, we can almost hear her say.