I remember your porcelain beauty,
so much like a china doll.
And the envy I felt
every time I would look at you,
because to me you were perfect.
You were my sister, my friend,
an asylum of white light
on the dark streets of hell
which we lived in.
Your carefree approach to life
and the way you viewed the world,
was an inspiration to me.
And I longed for that same view.
But I never expected the pain
and the loss of breath I felt,
when I received the call that day.
The car you were in had crashed
and you were laid to rest,
at the age of seventeen,
with your baby in your arms.
And even though your light has dimmed,
your beauty will always be remembered.
And the inspiration you gave
will live forever in the memories of those,
whose hearts you touched
in your short time on earth.
In memory of Christina Marie Frye
Jan. 18, 1975 – Sept. 11, 1992
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Submission Name: Thoughts of Christina
