Forgive Me Mama

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Forgive me mama, for I did not mean any harm, To you or Jocelyn or Crystal or Marlon. I wish the medics could have assured you it was a false alarm. That our bodies were perfectly preserved and composed; Saved by the seat belts and proper driving etiquette. That it was all a sick joke made by a cruel policeman, That the gentle thumps on our wrists were still felt. That the shards of broken window glass had not slashed our skin. That my neck had not been snapped by the impact Made by the other vehicle on my door. Forgive me mama, for I did not mean any harm, To you or Jocelyn or Crystal or Marlon. I wish the medics could have assured you it was a false alarm. That I had not caused the death of those riding with me, It could have been prevented, prevented, prevented And I can not help but resent it, resent it, resent it. They pleaded me to give my undivided attention To the winding road that laid ahead, Yet I gave my phone more importance than what was said. My impatience and ignorance got the best of me. Forgive me mama, for I did not mean any harm, To you or Jocelyn or Crystal or Marlon. I wish the medics could have assured you it was a false alarm. I can not deny that the still crimson shouted me to halt. That the bright lime allowed them to go. I disrespected the signs. I disrespected the other family. I disrespected those accompanying me. I disrespected the value my life carried. Mama dry those crystal beads spilling from your cocoa eyes, please. Forgive me mama, for I did not mean any harm, To you or Jocelyn or Crystal or Marlon. I wish the medics could have assured you it was a false alarm. I should have ignored the buzzing of my cell phone. See the funny thing is, when driving- I felt free, The wind through my caramel locks and the slight rush of endorphins. Yet I was always enslaved and chained by the social media, messages, calls. One hand on the suede wheel and another on my phone. Just one quick peek, quick peek, quick peek. I gave it five seconds of my life, and it took my life away in five seconds. Forgive me mama, for I did not mean any harm, To you or Jocelyn or Crystal or Marlon. I wish the medics could have assured you it was a false alarm. But the harsh reality is what I now see from above, A petite figure with a black shawl over quivering shoulders, With tawny arms stretched out to the slate grey sky, Challenging the Almighty in loud desperate sobs. Bouquets of white roses spread across four acacia coffins And another case of texting and driving for the local news. Mama, I will miss you dearly- and I know you will too.


Description

I wrote a poem about how a texting and driving car accident led to the death of the driver and those who were with her in the car. The people mentioned in the poem are “Jocelyn, Crystal, and Marlon”, who are my two younger sisters and my best friend. With this in mind, the poem has a personal touch of my own. The speaker, is essentially asking for forgiveness from her mother who has been negatively impacted by the loss of four loved ones (her three daughters and a boy whom she saw as her son). The speaker acknowledges that she could have prevented it all, through patience and self control. Her phone was vibrating while she was driving. Although her loved ones begged her to pay attention on the road, she payed attention to her phone instead. While being distracted, she drove through a red light and caused a car crash. The accident was bloody and unfortunately all four members in her car, including herself passed away at the scene. In the last stanza, we flash forward to a week or so later, where the mom is a total emotional wreck and the four coffins where their bodies lay, ready for burial. The speaker is now in Heaven and is watching the aftermath of what she caused unfold.