Her Life was in the Back Seat

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By Barb •

She was driving home in her car It was a long road but coming to an end Twenty more minutes and she'd be home Her life was in the back seat Four weeks old and 18 months old She was almost home A fire broke out in the back seat Her breaks squealed as they skidded on the road She stopped suddenly and the fire overtook the car Her life was in the backseat In the backseat where the fire was raging She tried to get her babies Help arrived and pulled her away from the chaos She was powerless against the fire The car was gone within minutes Her life was in the backseat

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August 16, 2007 18:59Barb

I wrote this poem about a recent tragedy that happened in my town. I was so heartbroken by this mother's loss that I had to write it down. I do not know the whole story but this is how I imagined it had happened. I hope it makes everyone feel as sad stricken as I did. It's such a tragedy and I feel great sympathy for this woman and her family.