No 89 June 14
My first daughter was 3 months old,
And in a carry-cot,
My son was 16 months old,
And always on the trot,
We had no dryers in those days,
All my washing on the line,
It had just started raining,
“Can I get to them in time”,
My father ran his business,
From an office across from home,
That’s where I thought he was heading,
My god was I so wrong.
He only lived 4 doors away,
I didn’t know to his car he was going,
My son had seen his granddad,
And ran off without me knowing,
I threw my washing inside,
And ran to bring him back,
The horror of that moment,
Nearly gave me a heart attack.
My father was reversing,
It all seemed so unreal,
When you see your little boy,
Going under the back wheel.
I just started screaming,
My father stopped the car at once,
The back wheels had just missed him,
We were both there in a trance.
My screaming brought some neighbours,
My son was stuck under the car,
They managed to lift the car up,
My son still has the scar.
As I held him in my arms,
No words could I have spoken,
He’d missed the wheel by just one inch,My heart would have been broken