Guilt Trip Poem by Ima Ryma

I was tired; it was getting late.
The neighborhood was still at night.
My mind was in a dreamlike state.
I didn't notice the red light.
Someone froze there in front of me,
Then disappeared with the impact.
It all happened so suddenly.
I just drove on; panic attacked.
God knows I should have stopped and checked.
Now I was responsible for
One mad moment, and all was wrecked.
The police came to my front door.

They came to tell me that my son
Was dead - victim of hit and run.