The bitumen’s edge
Not a place to be
Without a Mother’s knowledge
And a copper penny

A Mother who never knew
Of your ability to run
With an old string bag
To the shop for fun

Sorrow and pain for all
A sweet little life crushed
The Riverview Quarries truck
That just may have rushed

Brothers, sisters sent home from school
Confused and out of breath
To confront a body on the road
The reality of a sibling death

Our little sister Vivecia
Taken by an Angel’s pledge
And her only sin was
The bitumen’s edge