Close by the doorway he paused to stand.
As he took the class ring from her hand.
All who were watching, they didn't speak as a silent tear, ran down his cheek.
And in his mind, the memories ran of the fun they had in the sun and the sand.
But now her eyes were very cold, he would never again have her hand to hold.
They watched with awe, as he bent very near and whispered I Love You in her ear.
With the ring on his finger he kissed her goodbye.
Remembering she wore it, he began to cry.
Then the door opened and the wind began to blow as they carried her casket into the snow.
*my mom wrote this back in 1980. it is a true story of a friend of hers*
