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Wake Me Up When September Comes
by Tony Whitaker
We were in a hurry going nowhere
Knowing my way and speeding
Maggie continued begging me
take a left here, as a shortcut I suppose
We keep pressing forward to an
Intersection on a hill
And no cars in either direction
Punched the accelerator as hard I could
Blinded to the little girl
Skipping in front of us...a thud
Her body bounced across the highway
Jumping from the car not once looking
I will always remember reaching down
Now infused in a memory
Final moments of a life unfulfilled
Turning to my wife in resignation
On our knees crying and praying my goodbye
Many lives ended here today
With this childs last dying breath
But the police never came
And now I wonder
sitting up in bed on my elbows
Was it really just a dream?
02/02/2008 Author's Note: This was a nightmare I had last night and had to get down to words. Truly allegorical to me.
Posted on 02/02/2008
Copyright © 2026 Tony Whitaker
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 02/02/08 at 11:49 PM jeez.... perhaps a message to slow down. Scary - what a nightmare! |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 08/16/09 at 12:17 AM Now I know what you meant when you said (I think it was you) in a recent comment on a poem of mine - that it reminded you of your own nightmares. I am glad I read the author's note first. I hate pain, don't you know? It was a bit less painful to read, but no less impactful at a human level. I am glad you extricated yourself from the bed to write this down and to share it with us. Well done, Tony. |
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