There was a customer wanting to buy just one thing
inside the store where she was shopping.
She saw so many products that were worth gawking at: So many items, so many options.
Should she buy that designer T-shirt? But it might shrink, it’s made of cottons.
One hour later the customer’s ready at the counter.
She’s pleased by what she’s buying but then she’s disrupted by something louder!
Shining lights and sirens from a police car and a fire truck parked in the parking lot.
They surprisingly remind the customer of what she’s really forgot:
Her five-year-old son and her three-year-old daughter
were locked asleep in her car in 85-degree temperature and for an hour.
A policeman had shattered her car window to save her kids from summer heat.
Firemen had also arrived to help out and bring relief.
The mother-customer runs to her children. She got distracted by her purchases.
She’s now paying a shameful price, having to deal with Child Protective Services.
***
Children’s Day in Vanuatu (the 24th of July)
reminds me of these rhymes (they’re how I reply).
This poem was in a Milpitas Post issue.
The memory of my poem still does continue.
And while I wish that customer’s negligence was only imagined,
the situation in this poem actually happened.