They pulled her from the Volkswagen,
Her arms were both engraved
With lacerations from the windshield
And the collision she could not evade.
Who was this girl I loved?—
Who was this sister I played
Hopscotch and jump rope with
Through our mirthful summer days?
Now the paramedics shroud her
And a zipper seals her gaze.
I remember once we scampered
Atop the teeter-totter
And pretended in our playfulness
That we were joyful otters—
On our backs we laid
And smashed smooth stones against our tummies,
The way that otters graze.
Now father weeps,
Now momma raves—
Now the fresh-dug earth shrouds her,
The shovel pats her resting place,
Yet the casket cannot seal her gaze…
Jenny is an aspiring poet from Wichita, Kansas. When she isn’t sweating it out over her keyboard, she enjoys pampering her two Great Danes, Bolt and Maxx. You can reach her at email@example.com.