For Helen
Always smiling and laughing with friends
With a future that is so bright and optimistic
And intoxicated with life itself.
On the day of her birth, 17 years
A tragic accident happend all too fast
Her bright light taken from this world.
Tears of pure sadness soaked the clothes of her family and friends
In a time of mourning
While children are given a taste of death for the first time.
This moment forced the realization that we are children no longer
That life is full of unwanted tragedies
And that we must grow and learn from these moments of life.
For her, we embrace the sorrows of life
For her, we paint the community with her favorite yellow
We live our lives and take our chances, for Helen.
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