Just Twenty-Four

Just twenty four, on her way to work
A tragic victim of fate
In the wrong place at the wrong time
She never saw it till too late.

The intensity of fear upon her face
Knowing she was going to die
Screaming as the car collided with her's
That diminished to a sigh.

The force of impact crushed her
Into the passengers seat
Broken bones in a broken body
Twisted hands and feet.

As she lay there in a crumpled mess
Her car ripped in two
Death was instantaneous
And so mercifully too.

Such a tragic way to end 
A life she'll lead no more -
She was so young, too young to die
She was only just twenty four.

RIP Jennie Putland, my sister-in-law, 30 June, 1998
© Christina
10th September, 1998

"This poem is a shortened version of the original Just Twenty-Four poem I wrote. I wrote this version to enter in a poetry competition that required a maximum of 20 lines a poem. I placed as a semi-finalist and was published in their Anthology book The Tide of Hours ~ it is the first time I have been published and I was excited. It has always been my dream to be published as a poet."

The original version of this poem is also featured on my site.
"Just Twenty Four"