And when your golden curls have turned to red,
When your eyes have lost all their light find strength in my life.
Enough white to kindle a massacre of poems.
At least tremble enough that I may flame in your green array,
All these years, the battle of each grievous day.
Perhaps then those beautiful tears will overcome...
I almost wrecked this morning in about the same place my mother called me
The day she found out,
I hydroplaned going about 42 miles per hour.
I wasn't scared or anything it was very strange.
I had a moment in time and space,
All to myself to think.
To die then would mean to be with my sister, but if I had then I would have
Missed out on this dream I've had for so long.
It just goes to show what a girl like Erin with an enormous heart and a
Talent to make the world smile could have done if she was still alive.
It sounds strange, but Erin couldn't have lived out her dreams on Earth, so
Now I must make it a point,
So now it's my job to live them out for her and let the world know what a
Wonderful person it will never get to meet.