I ask myself almost every day
What if I had persisted
In going to pick her up in my car
Even though she resisted
What if she had just stayed at home
And I took the kids shopping with me
I had done that many times
What if she'd listened to my plea
What if I just got a list
Took the kids out of her hair
Would things have worked out differently
Would she still be here
What if she napped while we were gone
Sleeping and resting peacefully
I came home with the kids and put things away
Kissed her head so tenderly
What if fate is all mapped out
Nothing I did would have changed a thing
For if the accident hadn't happened
Who knows what tomorrow would bring
I can drive myself insane
Asking myself this same question
What if I could reverse time
Answers, too many to mention
What if, what is the sense to those words
For you can't change the misery
Those words are useless once something has passed
What has happened is history
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WHAT IF...it was you. What if the thing that you look at on TV and say “Oh my, how horrible” was your life and not just some far away thing in a far away place. Now I know some of you out there have been the other person, or been through the natural disaster/accident/great loss. I am not asking you to tear your souls asunder writing for my prompt, but it surely makes for better writing when your heart is involved.
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my dad once told me if you go thru life what if, you will never know the what is such as great things in life,,
you have such a great aspect on the simpliest words
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Super write my dear,,,Bless you,,,
"I wonder" guess it kinda is asking the same thing.
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thinking about it, without dwelling on it, as I have had to accept it, and go on, love, Elsie
This poem gives me something of an idea of the torture, and determination, required to keep on going. I've written about lessons learned by simply watching the determination in my mother's eyes, when she knew, but kept fighting. Your words give me the same determination, too. Thank you.
My mother also gave me great strength while growing up, I was but 23 when she passed away and thankfully just married. Don' t know what I would have done without the support I had. This poem is about my daughter who was tragically taken from us at the same age as my mother was when she passed away, an awful coincidence, and I said at the time, if this doesn't kill me nothing will, I am still here today, and can't believe it, having lost since then a my husband a brother and my son. Sheer determination keeps me going as well, love, Elsie
Goodnight and sweet dreams of 3 feet of snow headed your way. Twice at night the snow shall fall and look inside your windows at your white socks and the snowflakes in unison shall say, "Does she walk on us gingerly in those?'
P.S. I gave the good doctor a 2 lb jar of raw honey. Would you believe he opened it up and ate it on the spot?
that was driving by our home on his way home, and knocked on our door.It was 11:30 Pm. All the kids were sleeping as in those days the Late show was on and we were enjoying quiet time together. He asked if he could come in and relax before he went to his house where all his teenage kids were still up and noisy, so we had tea. Just goes to show you , they have their problems too. I hope he gave you good advice on how to feel better, goodnight and you have sweet dreams, love you, Elsie
I think we all have 'what ifs', don't we?
I feel so badly for you when you are feeling this deep, deep loss.
I know that nothing can take the pain away and I am so sorry.
Wish I had a majic potion for you.............