My Life In Words
Dedicated To Ladonna
Its hard when a teenager loses a friend, no matter how they may die, they leave
footprints on your heart forever, and each anniversary of the death or a special
event, the memory embraces the mind, holding it for awhile, and then the other anniversary,
the one of her death, for a day or two, it imprisons our memories, making it re-live
the nightmare for a day, and after years have pass, That anniversary was not a prison,
but a reminder, so many lessons to be learnt.
I had this friend back in
nineteen-seventyfive,
Off the rocks in the river
we would dive.
Her hair was long and
dishwater blond, her
eyes sprinkled with blue,
Her smile could brighten
rooms, she didnt know
what else to do.
We laughed at our cooking,
teased eachother til we cried,
Our butterscotch pie was watery
Only God knows we tried.
Then one night in seventy-seven,
A drunk driver changed our lives,
Shattered glass, distant screams
Took her to heaven.
She was seventeen, I was only
sixteen,
If only that driver couldve
seen,
The lives he destroyed, the
pain he didnt mind to share,
Did he have children of his
own or did he even care.
Over the years,
Through the tears,
Her spirit still visits
from time to time,
She dances on the clouds
skipping across the stars,
and she rest on the moonbeams,
Its like a million years ago,
at times and at the same time,
like only yesterday it seems.
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Dedicated To Ladonna
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