No End

She wasn't quite porcelin,
but her body was just as smooth.
There was a crack in her smile
like a statue, she was unable to move.

Taken by the hands of time,
she found peace within a fallen tree.
In life she was a seamstress,
she didn't know what else to be.

Her fingers found function
with a needle and thread.
She could never fit into a dress,
until one morning when she was dead.

The women at the factory were struck
with grief for the loss of their friend,
so they made her a special gown
covered in flowers, because beauty has no end.