Squealing Tires

If this is based on an actual event - I have no words other than sorry for your loss. I'm gonna go cry now. ~Lynn (Jess K.) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ ~ "Last night I lay in bed looking up at the stars in the sky and I thought to myself, where the hell is the ceiling??"

This brought tears to my eyes, you let me feel the pain in your poem. It took strength to write of this Bravo! Thanks for sharing Moon

Smiles:) Barbara I felt the sadness and pain of your poem.

A True reflection of strenght and character, To pen something so close to your heart, My eyes wallow, I'm Sure... if she was to read this.....though-Painful..... She would be so proud. So Sorry for your Loss, peter ~~~~~~~~~Creativity Is to think more efficiently~~~~~~~~~~

I haven't the words to tell you how sorry I am for your loss. Your words brought tears to my eyes. You do your little sister proud with this special poem. *hugs Always, Cat

this is... very poignant. I value poetry because when its done right, can sometimes bring you to the heart of a matter. This was done here. Well written.

strength and courage to post something this revealing, my condolences & respect; hope that the haunting guilt has subsided. Frost

Heartbreaking story. To be blunt, I really think you should turn this poem into a short story. It reads like a story and if you expounded it and added more details, I believe it would be even more emotional. Now, it reads a little as if you are giving us the short version of what happened - almost like notes - or an outline of main topics. It was very straightforward and "matter of fact". So, as a poem - this didn't move me as much as it could have, but I do see a great deal of potential in it and don't mean to sound cold or unfeeling - I do sympathize and can imagine how "HUGE" this was for a young boy to face - I guess I'm just nudging you to go ahead and tackle it in a bigger way. Sincerely, Amara

h friggen christ man. wow, then speechless--a rare state for me. Niki

Ii was not a relation but a friend, nor did I witness, but a very similar event occurred in my home town when I was very young. Ran out from between two parked cars. There is nothing to ease this, to make it better. It is just truly, unthinkably horrible. And these words of yours: I stopped at the store on my way home, to get me some candy to eat all alone. I don’t have the words to make you feel, but sometimes when I’m quiet I’m hearing tires squeal. they too are natural. Children will always be children, they will always buy candy and eat it all alone, they will always dart unexpectedly from places unseen, and they will be sources of the greatest joys and the greatest pains Man can know. Such brutal dichotomy. On another note, the short story idea suggested above is a fine one, but, as you said, only if you can gain enough distance. Wonder if there's enough time in the universe. Do what you need to do.... Alobar (Just my two cents, spend them on gum if you wish.)

sorry to hear of your tragedy that must seem like yesterday to you. I esp. like Amaranthine and Alobaron15's suggestion here. If there's to be a vote, I'll third what the two of them urge. It is a brave write---and one that also could use a master's brush to finish. In high regard, Chuck

Life tends to throw us at times, but to be thrown so hard at such a tender age...Man, I can't imagine the pain and guilt you felt. I very much hate to see a young one hurt or killed. My heart breaks every time I hear it on the news. Kudos to you. Getting it out helps. Rett

This is such a tragedy - written with such great feelings. I can almost hear those tires squeal which sends shivers down my spine. Must be a real night mare and difficult to live with. My whole hearted sympathy is with you. My very best wishes ... Leonard