“Back Seat Baby”
It was the perfect day; sun-shiny bright.
My baby in his car seat takes a nap.
Our day is glowing; not a cloud in sight.
The traffic on the interstate, a snap.
I park and in the elevator dream
of visions: his first birthday party planned.
My morning rushes short or so it seems.
Lunch quickly comes and then a meeting manned.
The day sped on in one quick noisy leap.
The elevator’s homeward clunk the same.
My car key slides to chambers it will keep
as I behold the sight, tears blind my shame.
A terror like ten thousand dying hearts
and not a sound did Jimmy make to part.
(This poem prompted by a news story. So many forgotten babies found dead in the backseat of a hot car! Tip: put your cell phone in the back seat with the baby as you go to work.)