poem: The Accident

The Accident

Driving down the street in the passenger seat,

my life flashed in front of me.

All I saw was a large beige car whoosh by the window,

and all I heard was a loud ear piercing nose.

My grandmother's head smashed into the steering wheel,

and I flew out of my seat.

All I could see was part of the windshield and the brown upholstery on the dashboard.

Landing back on the seat I felt my heart stop,

I didn’t know if my grandmother was okay.

Next thing I knew, I heard sirens coming closer and closer.

As soon I as I saw the large red ambulance come into sight,

I saw my grandmother being wheeled away on a hospital bed into this large red vehicle.

Tears came gushing down my face,

while I sat there by myself,

with only the policemen whispering hit and run… hit and run.

As I was told when I was younger,

everything you do you need to make the best.

After my horrific experience I need to make the best of everyday,

thinking it was the last.