Ice Poem by Donna Saphier

Two little boys
Would play on the ice
The lake was frozen over
The day was quite nice

They skated with friends
They were playing games
Having good fun
Calling out names

One little boy
Skated off on his own
No-one could find him
When time to go home

Friends called at his house
Some run for his mum
Explaining to her
They'd been having some fun

Mum runs to the lake
Screaming out for her son
It was getting dark
Her son didn't come

She run's for help
All aids by her side
Looking for her son
With her eyes open wide

No-one could find him
Oh where could he be
Then one of the aids
Shout's there's something I see

It was a blue jacket
And a dark pair of jeans
He said to the mother
You know what this means

Under the ice
Was a young little boy
Cold and lifeless
Like a youngster's left toy

Please can you help me
The man turned and
I'm sorry young mother
Your poor boy has died

They pulled him out
As they broken the ice
The poor little boy
Didn't look very nice

Mother fell to her knees
As she clutched her son tight
This was a disaster
Such a terrible night

The ambulance came
They pronounced him dead
The mother was heart broke
But not much was said

The moral of the story
Don't skate on thin ice
The outcome doesn't always
Turn out very nice

Pray for Peter
He's now laid to rest
His family are not coping
But they're trying their best

Goodnight, God bless
Sleep tight little one
Look down on your mother
She misses you son xx