I did nothing special
On the day
They put the two youngsters
In their graves
He in his, she in hers
A pang for the father
Who was deprived of the son he knew
(Or did not know) for nineteen years.....
The mother mourning
Her only daughter delicate and shy
Who smiled seldom
And dreamed much.....
Not being able to think past
Horror to see what was left.....
but over and over
Of the smashed car
Walking off forever
Weaponless against death
Isabelle Cooper
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/car-crash-6/
