Her face dead serious wearing gear and stuff
She’s ready to change ready to tackle
Ready for bodies on walls to spackle
She’s vivacious and enriches people’s lives being their sis’
She passes out pieces of caring bliss
She’s kind in heart and spirit without hiding
Four years on high school paper lots of writing
Talent there and on the court with a ball
Shooting it up between the rim it hopefully falls
Erin the daughter, the friend, the person who reached out
She’s someone that’ll be remembered for so much there’s no doubt
It’s been a week and a half. I hope that my small gift can help people remember maybe smile but hopefully heal.
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
Erin Peterson
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