A blue ball bouncing merrily
arrives upon a motorway.
A recipe for tragedy
when children carelessly at play.
Follow the ball on flying feet
then with an accident they meet.
The distraught driver’s not to blame
but he feels guilty just the same.
Do you know where your children play?
Do you know where they are today?
It’s your responsibility
to supervise them properly.
I must confess that I did not
now memories are all I’ve got.
20-Feb-08
A heartbreaking, poetic means of delivering an important warning Ivor. t x
A telling tale.... with a sting. It hurts to read Ivor... Good write. HG: -) xx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well presented Ivor, I do hope it is fiction more than fact for you. Great way of stating what parents need to know. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX