NIS (4 September 1915 - 14 April 2005 / Youngstown, Ohio)

Car Crash

I did nothing special
On the day
They put the two youngsters
In their graves
He in his, she in hers

A pang for the father
Who was deprived of the son he knew
(Or did not know) for nineteen years.....

The mother mourning
Her only daughter delicate and shy
Who smiled seldom

And dreamed much.....

Not being able to think past
Horror to see what was left.....

but over and over

Of the smashed car

Walking off forever
Weaponless against death

by Nellie Isabelle Steward Cooper

Comments (2)

This is so sad. Your words portray a scary mental picture. Well written.
another graphic poem. Great work. R.