Don’t cry over spilled milk

Opening eyes to see faces all posed

Someone is covering my mouth and my nose

I remember Beechwood

The impact of the crash

Bouncing off the tree

As my foot presses brake to floor, wheeling in circles

The conclusive, sorrowful expressions

Men in badges badgering me with questions

TQ pondered it from a safe distance

Yes, step back, it is someone else

One in a dream

But the unforgiving pain is real

The blood is red

The milk carton on the floor is weeping out its tears in apology

This will be a story to tell in years to come

Only a tragedy could draw me such a crowd such as this.


Prompt: “20 little projects” 20 things I had to include in this poem. I got 11 of them. Metaphors, nicknames, proper nouns, contradictions, echos in images, senses, etc.


About Mary (tqhousecat)

I am a wife and a mother of two grown children. Recently I have begun writing a couple of blogs. One poetry and one on hope. I only wish that whoever reads this will be blessed, inspired and occasionally amused. Soon to be added is another blog...writings on hope from a biblical perspective. Now it can be seen at please feel free to visit.
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