Spilt Milk by Nichole Adderley

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Spilt Milk
By Nichole Adderley
(Contact: Nikki9742@Hotmail.com)

I only went out to get some milk,
not knowing it would be spilt.
Mumbling as I got in the car,
"Why don't YOU go? It's not that far."
I turned on the radio and started to sing.
Thinking about my new summer fling.
I pulled into the store and
got the milk without a hitch,
got back in the car and
began to sing way off pitch.
I did not pay attention to the other car,
how was I to know he had been in a bar?
All of a sudden it swerved in my lane.
"Oh, god hit the brakes,"
screamed something in my brain.
I felt a lot of pressure,
and saw a big flash.
"I hope the milk didn't spill,"
was my thought of last.
I awoke to faces oh, so sad.
Every face, except those of my mom and dad.
I wanted to yell for them,
but I had no voice.
The paramedic said not to speak,
like I had a choice.
I struggled with the blurriness,
told myself to wake up from this dream,
suddenly I felt the terrible pain
and heard myself begin to scream.
Oh, God Mom help me out,
take away this pain.
The way you did when I was hurt,
when I fell playing in the rain.
Dad you've always been there for me.
Why aren't you here now?
At least tell me your story about the cow.
I see the other guy just staring down at me,
barely making out a voice, saying he's so sorry.
My blood is pouring from everywhere,
I'm really getting scared,
I'm only 17,
death is something I've always feared.
I feel myself going,
I need to tell you guys some things.
Keep all my mementos,
the tapes of where I sing.
The gifts I made from elementary school,
the engravings I made in
the shallow end of the pool,
My dresses, pictures, and my gifts,
keep them then in years to come,
give them to the grand children.
Tell my sister I loved her even though we fought,
there is so much she needs to be taught.
As for my brother, more like a friend,
I'm sorry our relationship had to end.
As for you mom and dad,
there's something I want you to see,
it's not your fault this has happened to me.
I love you lots and please don't cry.
I love you lots, but now I must die.

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