There's No Joy In Joyriding
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I brush snow from the granite headstone to reveal
your name, forever etched in words of burnished gold
Your death
hit me as hard
as the joy rider
who used a stolen car
like a battering ram
mowing you down
on your way to school
My heart is broken
I can’t come to terms
with losing my only son
I’m in deep mourning…
will my sorrow ever end
I guess only time will tell
Tanka 5,7,5,7,7
FICTION POEM
For Let's Mix It Up Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
10/19/21
Copyright © Jan Allison | Year Posted 2021
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