I wrote a poem on distracted driving yesterday for a scholarship competition, and Kristen asked me to post it (but she hasn’t read it), so here goes nothing:
“Four to One”
The car was full of laughter,
Of happiness, and cheer.
The father driving down the road,
His children sitting there
In the seat behind him,
Their voices rang quite clear.
“This was the best day ever,
We love going to the fair!”
The mother, turning in her seat
Smiled at her children’s faces,
But suddenly, they felt a blow.
Dad had no time to brace his
Wife or kids as a car rammed
Into his side of the SUV.
It came from out of nowhere;
There wasn’t time to turn before he
And his family were hit
Off of the highway into a ditch.
They barely screamed before
Unconsciousness brought pitch
Black darkness to them all.
When he awoke, dazed
Blurs with voices small
And distant dragged his
Body from the crunched vehicle.
He started to take it in:
The unbearable pain, the fear, and all
Of a sudden, he thought of his family.
Their names he started to call,
But he stayed still upon the gurney,
And in the ambulance,
As he regained his strength,
His frantic thoughts advanced.
Eventually, those around him
Had to explain the terrible news
That though he was going to make it
In his body broken and bruised,
His wife and kids were not the same;
They had a darker fate than he.
For through the horrible crash,
Their bodies were crushed completely.
They lost their lives.
The man lost his heart.
In a split second,
His life torn apart
By the driver of the car
Who, intoxicated, lost control.
A family went from four to one.
Never again will it be whole.