Beatrice
A POEM
(Lemony Snicket POV)
Beatrice
The person I vow my love for
Though she left me
After she thought me dead
She left me for another
One named Bertrand
He was a Baudelaire
And she married him
And they had three children
Violet, Klaus, and Sunny
All intact
Intelligent children
To this day, in fact
As the Vile Videos state
There are 'Two Called Beatrice'
One is my love
The other is my niece
My niece is now an orphan
Because Kit has died
As you may know
So the Baudelaires
Nurtured her, my niece
Like she was their own
They named her after their mother
Her name now Beatrice Baudelaire
For it was a family tradition
To name the new children
After loved ones that had died
As for Violet
Who would have been Lemony
If she were a boy
Which showed me
That I was Beatrice's loved one
But she was a girl
And became Violet Baudelaire
Just as Klaus and Sunny
And little Beatrice, too
Both of the Beatrice's
Lay important in my heart
From the one who has ended
To the one that has made a start
Each of their lives
Are cherished by me
And the end of The End
And then end of this poem
End with the same ending
The single word uttered
By my niece
She could have been saying
The name that the letters
That the Vile Videos form
Or the name of the boat
That Bertrand carved
But the word to me
Is as simple as this
My Love
My Niece
My Beatrice