Grief Poem - A NEW YEAR BEGINS

Three more flew off, they left last week, but they were not from here.

Their folks had friends who live nearby -they visited each year.

One had turned three, a little girl; she smiled as she 'flew off.'

She'd not been well, her Mama said, she'd had a terrible cough.

The second one was middle school, she was a brilliant girl.

Her cause of death is not yet known, but she was Dad's cowgirl.

The third girl's death, a sudden shock - the street was slick with ice.

The guy across told her to stop, he hollered at her twice!

But Patty was in a hurry - maybe she didn't hear!

She ran and slipped and crac...