MELISSA’S RESTING PLACE
She eternally sleeps,
Forever seventeen,
In the ground
Beneath Poseyville.
Just a face in the crowd
Which vanished too soon,
Just another girl at the game,
Just someone else.
A snowman arose by her stone,
Then a heart,
Flowers, a cross,
A soft drink,
A cardboard cake.
A rose, a warning,
Buckle up, be safe
Wherever she is
Does she know
How much they still love her?
written 1998
