A Class; All your own

I was eight-year years old,
But I remember the day you died
Cold front of New Year
An angry mountain with no remorse
Her ice – black as night
Her ice – black as death
She took you
In your Japanese imported coffin
And you were gone

Long drive to Portland
No words in a wasteland of nothing
They kept your casket closed
“Children shouldn’t see such things anyways”
Your covered face – revealed the darkest side in us all
Your covered face – helped us all to grow stronger
They took you
In your Japanese imported coffin
And you were gone