Feist
12-16-2004, 03:44 PM
I see her face, in you, every day
And I'm more sorry than words can say
She was taken too early from this world
A happy, bright and strong young girl
I see her glowing laughter
In you
I see her skylit eyes
In you
I see her everlasting strength
In you
I see her faded angst
In you, I see a part of her...
A piece that keeps her memory alive.
This poem is about a girl at my school whose sister died in a cyclist accident this past summer. She was only 14 years of age when she was hit by a car traversing the street. I wrote this poem after hearing the news. I'm still saddened by it, and I can only wonder how her sister must feel.
And I'm more sorry than words can say
She was taken too early from this world
A happy, bright and strong young girl
I see her glowing laughter
In you
I see her skylit eyes
In you
I see her everlasting strength
In you
I see her faded angst
In you, I see a part of her...
A piece that keeps her memory alive.
This poem is about a girl at my school whose sister died in a cyclist accident this past summer. She was only 14 years of age when she was hit by a car traversing the street. I wrote this poem after hearing the news. I'm still saddened by it, and I can only wonder how her sister must feel.