I remember what you said, Yet the moment is forever fleeting- A quick glance away, And then the tires started screeching. I heard a loud thump. Then a body rolled from under, The sound as dense as the moon, Though its echo more powerful than thunder. My phone laid atop my lap, The screen as black as night. I can’t help but think about what I could have done to make things right. A mother’s child has now fallen To just a memory, Of a young boy that just wanted to play, But lost his life at three. If I only I’d of put the phone out of sight, I wouldn’t have made that turn- Then a child would be alive right now, Not resting in an urn.
This is a poem with the narrative voice of a young teenager that is recounting the events of a crash. The teen is writing to their mother (the person they were texting right before the crash) as an attempt to explain the severity of their remorse towards texting and driving.