In the small town that I live in, a young boy died a few years ago. His parents made it a mission to teach our town about safety. So every year they have a contest. This is my poem for safety! Any suggestions to make it better??
As I head out the door,
I hear my mom yell,
"Be careful, wear your seatbelt!"
She always says this to me,
as if I am a child.
Doesn't she know I'm 17?
I get into my friends 95 ford,
Oh man, how I love this car.
We race down the highway,
He has a beer in his hand,
No one sees that eighteen wheeler.
Five in the car,
one dead,
three injured badly,
and one alive, just a few scratches.
Most people said it was a mircale,
The doctors couldn't believe it,
My mom kept thanking God.
I was the one who came out unharmed.
As I look back,
I'm glad I listened to my mother,
I even say those words to my own kids.
It's amazing if you do listen to your mother,
because after all,
She's always right.
