My little sister had everything,
Everything in the world--
Blue eyes, dimples, pink cheeks,
And her hair curled.
She played forward at basket-ball,
And shot ducks from cover.
She had a sweet rose-colored hat,
And a tall lover.
All her life she had everything,
Plenty and more than plenty.
She did not need a perfect death--
Death at twenty.
May Williams Ward
(Atlanta: The Bozart Press. 1929)