Hear the white angels cry.
It’s always sad when somebody dies.
A sea of black clothing is mourning,
It’s still hard to comprehend that I saw her just that morning.
Life has its sick twists and turns-
Whoever killed her deserves to burn.
That day we talked about life in class-
Who would have known it would be her last….

Night falls upon October 28th,
Everything is passing at a fast rate.
White roses are the symbol of an Act of Violence-
At the vigil there is a complete moment of silence.
Students start to cry.
Who would have ever thought a young freshmen would die?
Over 1,000 students attend,
While we are helping each other to mend.

On October 29th we put ribbons on trees,
For all her family to see,
So they would know that they have support-
It’s the community’s mission that we would never abort.
The news media is a circus-
So emotion and information hit the surface.

October 31st is Hallows Eve,
Everything that has happened is just hard to believe.
Going to class is hard-
I felt my emotions being kept in a jar.
Seeing a teacher look at the empty desk with white roses and sighs;
Tears roll down students faces and everyone starts to cry.
Nobody young should have to die,
But now she is in heaven and can fly.

November 4th is a day of gloom-
Her funeral is starting soon.
It’s always hard to say good-bye –
When somebody special dies.
But it isn’t good-bye forever,
And we’ll see her again one day.
We all hold hand in hand-
To remember the one we lost.

November 26th is a day of pure silence-
It’s still hard to believe we lost her to a cruel act of violence.
It’s silent in the cememtary.
She will never know how much she meant to us.
As a community we grew stronger,
But as a class we are like a dysfuncional family.
She did this and brought us closer.
God brought her into the world and led her to the stairway out.
She took the stairway to heaven-
Where she is an angel with the wings she deserves,
But just did not have them here on Earth.

March 31st makes you realize its been five months,
The time has been uneath.
It’s been five months since I saw her face,
The time goes fast day by day,
How can home be safe
If that is where she was murdered?
Not a day goes by
Where you do not cross people’s minds.

Roses are red, violets are blue April 1st is to fool you.
But it is April 2nd that will bring May flowers.
It’s a bittersweet day,
It’s her birthday which is great.
But then you know she won’t be blowing out candles on a birthday cake.
I cannot imagine what the family feels.
It’s still sometimes hard to comprehend that it is real.
Today, she would have been fifteen,
But she is forever fourteen.

As time goes by she’ll never be forgotten,
Because she brought so much Joy.
But then again, Joy is her middle name.
Rest in Paradise.

In Tennis, Love means nothing –
But in life, Love means Everything.

Never take anything in life for granted-
Because whatever you have today in your life,
You might not have it tomorrow