It was all over the news.
All the local channels.
A twisted, tangled mess.
A blood soaked airbag.
Crimson red.
Bloodshed!
Crushed steel!
Four people trapped inside.
Two dead, two alive.
They had to be cut out with the jaws of life.
As the car caught fire!
A tiny child of four years old.
Scalped, and crying.
Identified the bodies of his mother and my son.
Who tore off his seatbelt to save the young one.
His daddy, lay unconscience with broken bones.
It was a drunk driver who crashed into them.
A head on collision.
All they remember are the bright lights coming at them.
As the child did scream.
Now he has nightmares, not just bad dreams.
The little boy now uses a walker.
To get from here to there.
And he wears a scar across his forehead.
For a memory that will never go away.
For he lost his mama that day.
So I'm writing this as a warning,
not to drink and drive.
For on Christmas morning this year.
We will be mourning and shedding our tears.