The Girl Who Had the World at Her Palms
Just shy of eighteen,
A girl with glistening eyes of dark chestnuts
Complimenting deep umber hair.
Observes life as it passes by minutes.
The classmate who is genuinely funny.
Her laugh echoes,
Etching its sound into minds of anyone who listens
A girl who lights up a room, remembered with halos.
Memories with friends and family now irreplaceable
Filled with laughter and love.
Living in the moment thinking “that could never happen to us”
Social media posts suddenly ending in a broken heart and dove.
A girl who had ambitions and a bright future,
Dreaming of her kids’ gender and names.
Twin boys, Jayden and Jordan
Growing up, playing with flames.
A normal sleepover with friends
On a cold January evening.
Filled with nothing but happiness
Unknowing of the events to take place the next morning
Guilt finding those who were there.
Wondering if something could have been done
Before the girl who had the world at her palms got in her car.
But they were asleep and would wake up stunned.
For the one who had an impact on many
Would no longer be here in the physical.
Her memory stays strong in those who loved her
But a girl at a young age losing her life is unethical.
The life of the party
Except the party ended too soon.
The courteous, caring girl
Now somewhere near the moon.
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