Gone

The snow flakes drift down, ever so brielfly
Out of the frozen air
Hundreds of faces, all masked in grief
Their tears chill their cold faces

Friends and family stand
Around a fresh grave
Her mother sobs and reaches out a hand
To a daughter lost

There one day and now so very gone
Leaving us all wondering
What could we have done??
To have kept her

But now it is much too late
And the angels shall have their beautiful Ashley
With which to play

R.I.P. Ashley