I remember the day we were fighting, I remember how your brows scrunched together with rage. I remember those words I said to you, so biting, I remember how you began to pout, how you began to cry. I remember turning up the radio and wishing your wailings goodbye. I remember there was a ding, how it was a ding of sorrow, I remember it was the ding that would steal your tomorrow. I remember I should have waited, I remember I should have ignored. Should-haves don’t really matter now that your blood has already poured “Mommy says no texting while you drive!” I remember you grumbled. “well mommy doesn’t have to know” I remember I mumbled. One bright flash, the sound of complete silence. I remember in just one moment, your soul became timeless. I remember how I never got to say goodbye. I remember that I never even got to cry. I sit here now at where it happened, remembering how you corrected every mistake I made. all the lessons you taught me. This time however, I learned them too late.
A father reminisces about the day he lost his daughter because he was distracted by a text. He wishes to have listened to his daughter and he wishes he would have had the chance to say goodbye. He remembers they fought that morning and how he ignored everything that she did and said. He is sitting at the scene of the crash. The driver is not mentioned as a dad and remains neutral because this way the audience can put themselves in his shoes. This poem is to provoke the “What if that were my daughter/sister/loved one” thought. It really allows for life to be put in perspective in comparison to a single distraction.