Near to the door she stood,
As a tear slipped down her cheek.
Even though she should,
She couldn’t take one peek.
It was too hard to say goodbye,
So she took a step nearer.
Her mouth went dry.
She could see his face in the mirror.
She felt as if she were about to shrink.
The boy she loved was dead.
She couldn’t even think.
He suffered from a blow to the head.
He was the boy she knew she would love,
But now he has gone,
She’s nothing more than a mourning dove,
Found dead on her front lawn.