On a Fine Sunny Day
It was a fine sunny day, pretty perfect, I do say. A nice breeze blew during this fine month of May. I remember how great it felt, as I sat in that warm set of pelt, The wind came through, as I put on my seat belt. I texted my girlfriend to tell her “Hi.” as I drove off in my Hyundai. A reply! “I love you” I was so happy I could die. I drove up, the same as always. I saw no pedestrians on the walkway. Now was my cue to speed up on the pathway. “Babe, I’m almost there.” “Okay, hun, take care.” But, what I was about to do. I was unaware. BAM! A thud on the ground. A lifeless body laid without a sound. A child at the age of two. He was only running around. Why couldn’t I wait? The text was only a bait. The child flew, And death was his fate. I can’t look anyone in the eye. I am a murderer, I made a kid die. If only I knew, that there was someone nearby. My life is over. His life is over. This can’t be true. A body was ran over. It was a fine sunny day, pretty perfect, I do say. A nice breeze blew during this fine month of May. That was the day. A child passed away, and I knew, but I replied anyway.
The writing piece is a poem written in a first person point of view, describing how it feels to be a driver who causes an accident by texting and driving.