The Spark

Poor little Sally was only 10

sat by her window alone once again.

Now with know one there to support her or care

all Sally did was stand and stare.

The day passed by , as did the night

all she could see was a bright light

the car in which she went out that day

killed her mother and brother to her dismay.

A few weeks later adopted again

Sally stood alone, no longer 10.

The kids were nice so was her mom

but all she can remember is the night of the storm.

No one ever knew why she was that way

she never even moved, not even when the wind would sway.

No friends, no family nothing at all

sally felt very, very small.

Pakcing her bags she ran away

and was not found till the next day.

Sally was back to the place where they crashed

no one there she felt alone and scratched.

Sally then stood there

all she did was stare, no one to love her no one to care

The rest of the days were lonely and dark

until one day god lit her a spark.

From beyond a tree a voice could she hear

it was her mother and brother she discovered and she neared.

Sally was happy once again.