A poem about Trisha


Trisha Elric was a wonderful mother

She did what she could to raise those two boys
A greater mom they would find in no other
They excitedly showed her their new toys

So dearly she had cared for her lover
He left, never coming back
She had not taken another
Still, she had her life on track

It kind of happened in a blur

Sadly, her time was cut short
Sickness had overpowered her
An ending of that sort

So wanted was her love sought after
It was she the boys wanted to resurrect
They so desperately wanted to hear her laughter
But their calculations were incorrect

The outcome was unsuccessful
In her place was a monstrosity
For the boys, it was very stressful
They had created an atrocity

Before they considered it plausible
Just needing some know how
Human transmutation is not possible
They realize that now

Later after her grave was decimated
While looking at her hair
Found out she was never truly reanimated
Guilt was no longer theirs to bear

She was not made to suffer
With the ordeal resolved
Gone now was the buffer
And their love for her had evolved

They now appreciate the time they had together
Cherishing her memory
Delicate as a feather
As though a part of a reverie