Last Call of the Day

Last Call of the Day

Her mother found her there,
Slumped in a chair in her room,
Her teddy bear was in her lap,
The handgun laying on the floor.

Her father left it for her to find,
When he left them months ago,
The box with shells on her bed,
Fully loaded, she needed one.

She put the muzzle in her mouth,
And blew her brains out with a bang,
The blood rained down onto her dress,
The bear, the chair, the floor.

I came as quickly as I could,
But there was nothing I could do,
Every ambulance in the world,
Couldn’t make her breath again.

I knew it wouldn’t turn out well,
The officer outside in the yard,
Puking on the nice green grass,
Her mother wailing from inside.

Her mother couldn’t understand,
She had so much of life to live,
Her friends had known that she was sad,
But never thought it would come to this.

The Police took pictures of everything,
They took the gun, the bear, the chair,
They took the note that she had written,
The one in which she said good-bye.

I stayed with her mom in another room,
In the back, where she wouldn’t see,
Them take her little girl away,
In a body-bag that was much too large.

My normal resolve would fail me then,
I joined her mother in sobbing aloud,
As I helped her after everyone left,
To clean her daughter off the wall.