peter pan’s funeral

she wipes her tears

umbrella in her hand

"he was just so young"

heavily sobs Mr Pan

"falling out a window, so unusual

thought he could fly"

gossips Aunt Lee

she could never understand why

a little boy was thinking

following his heart

no one could

but now he's torn apart

by wolves and raccoons

a closed casket for a boy

who went too far

to not grow up

"he'll be young forever"

says Mrs Pan that night

with a full cup

she has no idea