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Array ( [sid] => 75798 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Car V.S. Train [time] => 2004-12-14 19:08:53 [hometext] => I wrote this about my mom's accident. Thankfully she lived. [bodytext] => I was twelve years old,
And so full of joy,
My birthday was comming,
In three days, oh boy!
-------------------------------------
That December was cold,
But the day colder still,
When that Friday at school,
I felt a strange chill.

I tried to ignore it,
But my feeling was bad,
Something went wrong,
I just knew that it had.

So all the day long,
I moped in dispair,
Still going to classes,
I don't think it was fair.

But I rode out the day,
And took the bus home,
And as we rounded the corner,
My eyes started to roam.

My mom's car wasn't there,
Not parked in it's space,
And that scene, of course,
Was so out of place.

She should have been home,
She should have been done,
We should have been leaving,
To go have some fun.

But my Pe-Paw was there,
And my Godbrother too,
They said, "Ginny and Geoff,
There's bad news for you."

"Your mother was leaving,
To go get supplies,
For your birthday Gin,
When a train did surprise."

"We don't know the details,
We don't know if she'll live,
But we'll pray to dear God,
And see if He'll give."

So we went to the hospital,
She was all black and blue,
But all I remember,
I never said, "I love you."

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Car V.S. Train

Contributed by redtempest13 on Tuesday, 14th December 2004 @ 07:08:53 PM in AEST
Topic: SadPoetry

I was twelve years old,
And so full of joy,
My birthday was comming,
In three days, oh boy!
-------------------------------------
That December was cold,
But the day colder still,
When that Friday at school,
I felt a strange chill.

I tried to ignore it,
But my feeling was bad,
Something went wrong,
I just knew that it had.

So all the day long,
I moped in dispair,
Still going to classes,
I don't think it was fair.

But I rode out the day,
And took the bus home,
And as we rounded the corner,
My eyes started to roam.

My mom's car wasn't there,
Not parked in it's space,
And that scene, of course,
Was so out of place.

She should have been home,
She should have been done,
We should have been leaving,
To go have some fun.

But my Pe-Paw was there,
And my Godbrother too,
They said, "Ginny and Geoff,
There's bad news for you."

"Your mother was leaving,
To go get supplies,
For your birthday Gin,
When a train did surprise."

"We don't know the details,
We don't know if she'll live,
But we'll pray to dear God,
And see if He'll give."

So we went to the hospital,
She was all black and blue,
But all I remember,
I never said, "I love you."

Copyright © redtempest13 ... [ 2004-12-14 19:08:53]
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Re: Car V.S. Train (User Rating: 1 )
by wray on Tuesday, 14th December 2004 @ 07:17:20 PM AEST
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I'm glad she survived.. if you had just left it at the last line without telling us that, it would've been devastating. Really makes you consider how much your loved ones mean to you. Thanks for sharing..

Re: Car V.S. Train (User Rating: 1 )
by CasperBlack on Tuesday, 14th December 2004 @ 10:18:23 PM AEST
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Ginny, I haven't felt this much pain over that since the day it happened. Thank you for writing that. I can't beleive that you were able to evoke such strong feelings about that time. By the way, for any that are wondering about this post, I am her brother.

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