Lost Life - Part Iv Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Looking up, now morning sun aiding our eyes, we see the pathway
the careening boat had taken.

Several water skis, a boogie board and something else were
still missing somewhere on the side of the mountain.

The driver of the pickup appeared and was amazed that his boat
was in one piece, no major damage done at all.

Visibly upset, the young girl upset that he would even care
about it, when he had just hit and killed a boy barely older
than herself - none of it made sense.

The flat bed driver started to drive away and the owner asked
him where they were going to take it, then everyone was gone,
except the paramedics and myself.

We stood there looking, not saying much, as she waited for her
husband to climb back down.

When he joined us we stood there for a moment, then he took
his wife's hand and we all started walking back to our camps.

Getting back I told my husband and sons everything I knew,
then quietly walked away to be alone, echoing cries of help
resounding in my mind, his last words on earth, touching my
heart.