For Heather

Crash Kills P.B. Teenager
That's what the headline read
But not until I reached her name
Did I realize what it had said.

Reading it again
Tears filled up my eyes
No way was this true
The D.A.R was printing lies.

She was too young
And not ready to go
A child of only fifteen
She was just starting to grow.

Only now am I realizing
That she is truly gone
And only her memory
Will keep her living on.

So when school starts
And she isn't there
I'll be angry with the people
Who don't seem to care.

They'll be talking about their summers
And who's hot and who's not
So she will be another memory
They easily just forget.

But she was someone's daughter
Someone's sister, someone's best friend
And in their hearts
Her memory has no end.