To go back and relive the moment of impact

To reintroduce the screams of my mother 

It doesn't seem right 

The distracted driver left with out a quiver 

But we stayed there awaiting the moment  

For our heads would stop pounding 

For our legs to stay still

"There isn't any damage"

She lied about the speed 

But our necks felt the jump 

Blurry images of emergency vehicles asked me my mothers name

I couldn't spell I couldn't remember 

Then marked the police report with my nervous penmanship 

Because she was slowly sobbing

Sorry this is rough. I just needed to write.