A sunny summer morning
A steamy August night
Began with love and hopefulness
And ended with shock and fright.
As we awoke and we found out
About the day before
The shock set in, the grief began
And we felt it more and more.
The anger at those who caused this
And at those who didn't care,
Still felt by some, it hasn'nt stopped
Because this isn't fair.
How different would our world be
Had this event not ocurred.
The shock we never would have felt
The crying never heard.
If this rose hadn't faded
If this rose hadn't died
Would we still all be happy
And would we not have cried?
Or, had she lived, would things be worse
Not for us, but for her?
Her death horrific, yet merciful
A blessing for the girl.
We haven't quite figured it out
But one day we will know
Without a doubt we'll all find out
And in our knowledge, grow.