From her garage, with no delay,
she started to back out one day,
not seeing in her own driveway
a child at play; a child at play.
One moment cannot be rewound.
She’d never heard a single sound
but felt the impact; on the ground
her son she found; her son she found.
We should not judge her for the sake
of mercy since her grave mistake
must place on her - guilt hard to take,
A lifelong ache, a lifelong ache.
For the Monotetra Poetry Contest of Kim Merryman