i dont know what to call this so yea is dedicated to the family, friends, and people that care about natilie bolin

the trial....
the error...
the hurt...
the burden....
the pain...
the loss...
the sorrow....

For a flower...
A jewel...
A soul.

She was taken away...
to fast.
to quick.
to soon.

We wonder of...
the force,
that pushes,
that binds,
that draws us together,
that creates anew.

We question...
the decisions,
the choices,
the mistakes.

This poem...
for a girl...
whos life...
was taken...
for a girl...
we miss...
for this girl,
we mourn.

copyright of Sossina Jeanette Chirhart Feb 2010