Cell phone ringing in the middle of the night
Waking me from a dead sleep
Fumbling in the dark for the phone
Answering, dreading the voice on the other end
Knowing what I will have to do
Grabbing a pen, a scrap of paper
Scribbling down the address
I rise and get dressed
Shoving my feet into sneakers
Throwing on a jacket
Grabbing my keys and out the door
Picking up another body once more
Lived so fast for one so young
Driving through the streets
Nothing but the moon light to guide me on my way
No need to really look for the address
Just watch for the lights, flashing red and blue
Climbing out, air is cold
Wishing I was back in my bed
Instead of picking up the young and dead
Making my way through the crowd
Talking to the officer in charge
Crouching now at the body
Pulling back the sheet
A face so young staring back at me
A face I know, since he was small
Just at my house the other day
Teasing me about something now forgotten
My face set in stone
Keeping any feelings at bay
Muttering to myself just do the job
Knowing in the back of my head
I will have to inform his parents
Tell them their little boy is dead
Little boy...no more
Young man, living so fast
In a rush to meet the world
Only to be crushed by his own speed
Load him up take him back to the crypt
Filling out the paperwork
Letting some tears slip
Dreading making that call
Dreading even more having to go home and tell my own son
That Travis lived too fast and died much too young...

the loss of a child... any child

Sadly beautiful my cherub

(((Jenni)))

so sad but true..

May Blessings be placed apon the ones who have this work
to do...

--so true--

Simply written well,but so very sad.it breaks my heart

One lost young life-so many broken hearts. So sad and so true
I agree, sadly beautiful

(((((((((poet/sis))))))))))
*z hugs her sis tightly.. crying softly*

((((((((Sis)))))))))