Little Red Scooter

Little Red Scooter

 

I just got him a brand new toy.

A little white scooter,

Made just for my boy.

Overjoyed, as he rides around.

His young laughter

A beautiful sound.

 Watching him carefully,

Riding down the hill.

I called for him to slow,

When I saw the car’s headlights show.

The car swerved,

My boy turned right.

Into the woods,

Out of my sight.

I sprinted down,

My feet slamming on the earth.

My breath was short,

My lungs hurt.

I turned to where he went,

Dense trees blocked my vision.

Slowly walking forward,

Looking at the ground.

I see broken branches,

And dents in the dirt,

Made from little wheels.

The hill becomes steeper,

Then it just stops.

I don’t see my boy,

Or his new toy.

I looked over the drop,

And all I saw was rocks.

Then as the sun glinted,

I found it.

The little white scooter,

Up against a wall of dirt,

And next to it,

My boy,

Face up,

On the earth.

I climbed down,

As quickly as I could.

Calling his name,

Praying,

Wishing,

And hoping all was good.

I got to him,

And reached for his head,

My foot slipped,

I landed on my back.

I slowly got up,

And what did I see?

All around my boy,

A dark red sea.

His head was resting,

On a now red rock.

The blood was pooled,

The smell was strong.

All I did was stare,

As he stared back.

I picked him up,

I walked him back,

I cried the entire time.

A child, only five years old,

Dead, his body gone cold.

I cried all night, I sobbed all day.

I looked to his mom, she had nothing to say.

His dreams were over,

His life had just begun.

He was broken forever.

Like his brand new toy,

Now a little red scooter.

Both forever gone.  

Author's Note

In case you didn't notice, I changed the scooter color on purpose.