R.I.P Bernadette Spranzman

It's amazing how many tears I have,

For someone I never talked to,

It must be the shock,

Of a beautiful girl dying so young.

 

Fourteen years old,

Head in the clouds,

Dreams big and wide,

Who could have imagined?

 

A girl of fourteen isn't supposed to die,

She is supposed to be trying make-up,

And flirting with boys,

Not dying of a brain tumor .

 

I regret never getting to know you,

I heard that you were sweet,

I wish I talked to you,

I wish I could have saved you.

 

Death is permanent,

Your life was cut short,

You didn't get to experience things,

That you should have.

 

You never got to go to prom,

You never got to try your first drink,

You never got to write out a college application,

You never got to be a mother.

 

Rest in peace, beautiful girl,

Because you couldn't do everything that you should have,

I will do everything I can,

In honor of you.

 

Bernadette Spranzman,

You were gorgeous and intelligent,

Enjoy life in heaven and know,

That I will never forget you.