I stayed there for the family, to tell them what had been.
They cried and shook and dared to look,
When I told them what I'd seen.
"The doctors say it was a car, but there was no one there.
They must have left, drove on by; I guess they didn't care."
"Perhaps she ran after her ball," I tried to ease their pain.
"It's no one's fault, you should know. From blame, you will not gain."
There was nothing more that I could say; I felt just one inch tall.
And so I turned, left them there and walked back down the hall.
They thanked me for my courage, although I have to wonder why;
I did what any neighbour would; it was no time for shy.
I couldn't help but wonder, as I walked beyond the door,
If I had been just minutes sooner, would things be so poor?