Before I put the poem down, I just would like to say that this is my third grade teacher's poem. She died in a car wreck during Christmas break last year. She will be missed.   Why am I here? by Debbie Davis   Yesterday, I struggled With why I'm really here. My head hurt, I felt depressed; There was no cheer.   I want to make a difference In a life each day. Side roads of life and distractions Se…