A car went off the road, and hit a tree.
An ambulance was summoned to the scene.
Two kids were fine, as far as all could see.
And one, a girl, is dead at seventeen.
I knew her just a bit, when she was small.
At seven, she was headstrong. Pretty. Bright.
Now ten years on, she isn't there at all.
She died, one uneventful weekend night.
I've always liked her mom. Sometimes we talk,
Of homework, girls, and things we've learned, or tried.
The mourners filled the church, and steps, and walk,
With grief too great to be contained inside.
Tomorrow, all of us will carry on.
One hopeful life is over. She is gone.