CrashA Poem by Epicness
Tom Delby. Grinning, blue eyed boy.
He loved to run and jump and play and splash in streams. He was a simple lad. His brother Todd was much the same except his eyes were grey. He loved to sing and whirl about and drink fresh juice. The mother Jan was kind and strong. She loved her children more than life. She liked to knit and read big books and sit and sleep. The father was a working man. He went abroad and sent back books and bright postcards. And long phone calls. Tom Delby. Sitting in the car. Complaining that his seatbelt "bit." Playing snap with brother Todd and winning twice. The mother driving with a yawn. Squinting through the foggy glass. Turning round to tell the boys they were too loud. A bright red truck honking its horn. The father grabbing for the wheel, the mother reaching for the boys. The crash. The noise. Three strangers running to the mess. The bright red truck, the bright red blood. The stunning scene, the traffic jam. The child that screamed. Tom Delby in a suit of black. One arm is in a tiny cast the other held by Uncle John. The pouring rain. Three boxes lying in a row. Two long, one short and Tom is lost. His family, where have they gone? Tom Delby. Sombre, blue eyed boy. He loved to run and jump and play but he could not. He was a lonely lad. © 2015 EpicnessReviews
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