The Lights


The flashing lights coming down the driveway
How could it be?
Why did it have to be this way;
someone I loved leaving me
The emergency dispatcher stressing over the little girl
who doesn't know what to do.
Her emotions start to uncurl
as her mother turns blue.
My siblings asleep, not knowing
everything that has happened.
The paramedics need to get going
so I don't feel abandoned.
"It has to be this way;
all you can do is pray".

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