For Peter Melrose
February 6, 1985 – February 20, 2004


You were on top of the world
You would always fly high
From the mountain you skied on
To the plane in the sky

The fork around your wrist
Was a unique fashion if there ever was one
And the cross-country team you were on,
Oh, how you could run

How many 19 year olds
Do you know still have braces?
And very few people
Always have smiles on their faces

Just recently you told someone
You were going to “Cowboy it up.”
The last thing you said to me
Was “Hey, not so much!”

The last thing you did
Was something we could not do
When you made your last jump
You defied gravity and flew

If there is a way to die
It’s through doing something you love to do
But that still doesn’t make it any easier to accept
Peter, we miss you!

By Robyn