Do I remember the car wreck?
"Sadly, no..."
"Gladly, no!"
Shawn and I had troubles with the seatbelts,
In that old Pinto
That was his teenage car.
That morning, it was foggy out.
We were running late for school.
I was still half-asleep,
Nodding off in the passenger seat.
As he plowed thru the pea soup,
Passing on a curve,
A Cadillac came at us, head-on!
Shawn tried well to swerve
Alas, there was still a crash...
Shawn's right leg broke three times,
And would never grow longer.
He was in a cast for six months,
And he needs shoe mods, today.
My forehead hit the windshield,
So my six month ordeal was
Digging glass shards out, as they resurfaced.
Still, I don't remember the crash -
I barely remember the E.R., hours later...
The wreck has faded into the fog...
26 January 2017
"Recollecting the Wreck" (P.o.t.D. 1/26/15 rev 1/28/17)
Labels:
free_form,
pain,
poetry,
rough_drafts,
true_story
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