The h2g2 Poem
Created | Updated Dec 19, 2003
Only a couple
I want to tell that little girl
Mummy will be home for tea
I want to tell her it didn't happen
I must have the wrong house.
Deep blue eyes boring into me
Hanging on my words
As I speak to daddy
Fighting my own tears
My minds eye replays the scene
Tortured metal
Wailing banshee of pain
Piercing the cold air
The same wailing echoes
Inside number 23
The cries for mummy
Will forever go unheeded
I want to tell him she's ok
She didn't go under his wheels
As carefree, he turned to
Chat with his mates.
But I can't make things right
I can't bring her back
I want to, I want to
I want to put it all back