The Day She Died

It was a scary, bumpy ride.
The driver wore a uniform,
They raced with purpose through the night,
through lightning strikes and thunderstorm.

At last the clinic, just ahead,
EMERGENCY, announced the light.
She'd soon be safe, resting in bed,
when they arrived their Mum had died.

by Herbert Nehrlich

Comments (2)

Interesting poem, ...........................
such an intriguing poem told with economy that leaves the reader wanting to know more all the best erwin