Ok just a quick background of this poem. My friend, Martha Shannon Reid, died in a car crash when I was in fifth grade. I was in class and decided to write a poem for her that day so this is that poem!
Sometimes in life there are narrow ways
some soft, some dark, some bright days
sometimes it's sunny, sometimes it rains
sometimes you feel good, sometimes you feel pain
some days there are bright sparks I heed
there was one certain person, she was Martha Shannon Reid
one dark rainy day she shone like a light,
but that light started to flicker with a fright
there she was in the back of a car,
she was about to fade like a dying star
