Dedicated to life itself, live your life well while you can, don’t be foolish with your life! I wrote this fictional poem in 2001 for my middle school poetry unit.
As I sat at the lonely bus stop,
I waited in an old bus box.
There was a sudden down pour of water,
Lightning & thunder that flashed in my face.
I heard a soft, sweet voice,
He said, “Gloomy day huh?”
I just stared like a zombie across the road’s pavement.
He tapped my shoulder,
I turned to see him,
A sudden comfort overwhelmed me.
The sun started peaking out as if grinning at the lone stranger,
Then suddenly the sky was clear,
I jumped from my seat and gasped,
But then smiled at the lonely stranger that had just brightened my day.
He suddenly told me his name,
Without even thinking I blurted out mine,
He giggled,
I smiled and asked where he was heading.
He looked at me puzzlingly then replied, “Anywhere I want to.”
I giggled,
Then turned as I heard the bus and stopped giggling.
I nodded and told him this was my ride,
As I stepped forward to get on the bus,
He grabbed my arm an suggested, “Why don’t we walk?”
I was puzzled,
But agreed and stepped off the bus,
The bus driver tilted his head confused,
But I waved him on.
The doors closed and the bus accelerated slowly.
Right at the opposite corner,
A drunk driver suddenly slammed into the right side of the bus!
Later that day the man walked me home.
I opened the paper the next morning to find the accident,
Out of thirty on the bus that day,
Only nine had survived,
The drunk driver was killed,
The bus driver had made a comment, “ An angel pulled this lady away so she’d survive.”
The cloud made everything gray,
But the accident area was illuminated.
The bus had six moms,
Six kids,
Two preachers,
Three officers,
Three bankers,
The driver,
Four teenagers,
& five truck drivers on their way to work.
Out of them,
Three moms,
Two kids,
One officer,
One preacher,
And the driver,
SURVIVED!
Each reported their version of the event,
But all agreed with the driver,
Telling the reporter,
“An angel pulled the Lady away from the bus so she would survive.”
Each had their own additive comments on that as well.
2012 unpublished work. © by Rebbecca Abernathy
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