"Ma. Stop."
I keep driving, continue typing
"Can you put your phone down?"
I look ahead, the light turns red
I slowly break
My eyes become occupied
No time it will take
Another text to make
"Ma, it's green"
I drop my phone, I look at the road
"Dling!"
I reach, she steals it from me
I feel disrespected
Although I know I was corrected
"You need to pay attention,
both hands on the wheel."
So silly I think, paranoid belief
Multitasking is no big deal
Her feet push on the car floor
Like a bolt tightened too much more
"Let me see."
"No, it stays with me."
"Would you quit it already!"
She gives it back reluctantly
As soon as I check-
"Ma, watch out!"-
I am filled with regret
Over in the next seat
Was an unconscious body
For one simple thing
Texting and driving.
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