Gone Too Soon
Driving along down the street
two vehicles are about to meet.
Speeding and drunk, he has no control
over the tragedy that is about to unfold.
They never saw one another
until it was already over.
The woman frantically looks around her
to see that her son and mother are alive
but her ten year old daughter sitting next to her
never had the chance to survive.
The sweet little girl was killed on impact.
Ten years later, we are still struggling to accept that.
The length of her life may have been rotten
but remember she’s only gone, never forgotten.
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