Open Poetry #50 |
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Big Rig Driver |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana ![]() |
wrote this a few years ago. don't remember if I posted it here. It is long, so here goes. Big rig driver made a stop that cold night, To top off with diesel and eat a bite, Headed to El Paso with a full load, On a south Texas dreary mountain road. She stood to the side of the cafe's door, He averted his eyes, she was a chore.. After his meal, he drank a cup of joe, After the coffee he paid what he owed. She was still there, bent against the cold wind, "Please, Mister," she said, "I just need a friend." He did a double take; she was with child, A desperate soul as she tried to smile. He loaded her up inside his warm cab, She said, "Thank you," and her stomach she grabbed. He went back inside for something to eat, She gobbled it up and said aren't you sweet. Now that she was there, what was he to do? He timidly asked her when was she due. She said there was no family or friends, No one in the world for her to depend. In the mountain range of Guadalupe, Her labor began, she asked him to pray. He pulled off the road and shut the rig down, It was much too far to get to a town. The baby was coming, it would not wait, Into the sleeper awaiting her fate, He tried to help, but it was just his luck, They were both stuck out there in his old truck. The blood soaked everything, even her screams, There was no water, not even a stream. The baby came and mother died on cue, How he got through it all he never knew. He held the squealing, bloody baby girl, And something inside him started to swirl. The babe started out, the odds against her, The blood-spattered child was only a cur. In El Paso he made all the right stops, Hospital for child, and they called the cops. Mother buried in potter's field so sad, He claimed the child, saying he was her dad. ©July 27, 2009 / Jerry Pat Bolton ~ If they give you ruled paper, write sideways. ~ [This message has been edited by JerryPat2 (04-30-2018 06:49 PM).] |
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Bluesy Socrateaser Member Elite
since 2002-11-07
Posts 2417In The Mirror |
Bringing honor to both mother and child. This timid, "big rig driver", gets a major 'thumbs-up'! Great story Jerry and well-structured to boot! ...just bein' Bluesy |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Thank you very much, Bluesy. ~ If they give you ruled paper, write sideways. ~ |
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Paul Wilson![]() ![]()
since 2002-07-07
Posts 4711United States |
Major commitment for years to come. Blessings his for eternity. If only it was true. Great write Jerry...Paul ~~To share my poems with you is to share my heart with you~~ |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
I appreciate your comments, Paul. ~ If they give you ruled paper, write sideways. ~ |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
nice...james |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Thanks James. ~ If they give you ruled paper, write sideways. ~ |
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