It's Fitz

by Kerilyn Mamrosh

Miss Ella, I heard about you once.

A Southern Girl from Montgomery.

You had beauty like Bits of Paradise.

And you were The Girl with Talent;

A dancer, diver, painter, and writer.

I guess your mother named you right

Because you were as free as the gypsies.

You were the face of the 20’s.

Always getting wasted

Then you wasted away

With A Couple of Nuts.

A schiz they said.

It’s no name for a belle.

But your instability grew.

Like the fire that did ruin you.

We’ll remember you always.

Like we remember your Scott.

A power together.

The Beautiful and Damned.