The Only Survivor Poem by Layla Price

Once upon a time there was a girl
She liked having her hair in curls
She was a blond
And of life she was fond.
What more can I say
She loved living each day.

She new her life wasn’t perfect
But when you looked at her, you wouldn’t suspect it.
She lived, laughed and loved.
Then one night
A new life took flight
The driver was drunk!

Each day
Without a word to say
She lies in a coffin
And her father is sobbin'
For he was the driver
And the only survivor.

3/20/07