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My grandson was five at the time of Mom's wreck.  He was with her in the car when she was ejected.  He told his Mama, later, that the song playing in his head was "Say Something" - 

Say something, I'm giving up on you
I'm sorry that I couldn't get to you
Anywhere I would've followed you
Say something, I'm giving up on you

Just a few seconds, and all our lives drastically changed.  We are, all of us, still in recovery.  There is not a day goes by that we are not thankful for the miracles that transpired that fateful day last January.  Our Caren is with us still.

Although still untitled, I've penned a poem, trying to express my heart.

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The metal screamed, the crash was so loud -

Her head hit the pavement, she slid on the ice

The bones, they were broken, the flesh was torn

As he called his mother from realms unknown

And claimed her as his very own.

The snow had turned crimson, and Death had grown proud.

“My mother’s dead! My mother’s dead!”

“Mother, Mother!” The frightened child wailed.

But a mother’s heart again beats stronger

To calm a child all hell she will conquer

For Love is greater and Death had failed –

Her child’s sorrowful tears were like prayers that he said.

The mother must make the boy understand

“Do not cry, son.  Do not cry. I am here!”

The mind would not respond, the words would not form

And whimpering was the only sound

The son was confused, as he knelt on the ground,

When he heard his mother the sound was so grand.

Father arrived and gently cradled his son

And took him home where he was lovingly welcomed.

There were so many miracles that fateful day

When angels kneeled as a young son prayed

Love was greater, and joy was conveyed

In hearts filled with gratitude,  Hope had won!