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Wednesday, June 27, 2012

The Death Of An Innocent Girl

A touching poem about an innocent girl who was killed in an accident caused by a drunk driver. Please don’t drink and drive. When will people abide to this?


I went to a party, Mom, I  remembered what you said. You told me not to drink, Mom, so I drank soda instead. I really felt proud inside, Mom, the way you said I would. I didn’t drink and drive, Mom, even though the others said I should. I know I did the right thing, Mom, I know you were always right. 

 Now the party is finally ending, Mom, as everyone is driving out of sight. As I got into my car, Mom, I knew I’d get home in one piece. Because of the way you raised me, so responsible and sweet. I started to drive away, Mom, but as I pulled out into the road the other car didn’t see me, Mom, and hit me like a load. As I lay there on the pavement, Mom, I hear the policeman say, the other guy is drunk, Mom, and now I’m the one who will pay. I’m lying here dying, Mom. I wish you’d get here soon. How could this happen to me, Mom? My life just burst like a balloon. There is blood all around me, Mom, and most of it is mine. I hear the medic say, Mom, I’ll die in a short time. I just wanted to tell you, Mom, I swear I didn’t drink. It was the others, Mom. The others didn’t think. He was probably at the same party as I. The only difference is he drank and I will die. Why do people drink, Mom? It can ruin your whole life. I’m feeling sharp pains now. Pains just like a knife. The guy who hit me is walking, Mom, and I don’t think it’s fair. I’m lying here dying and all he can do is stare. Tell my brother not to cry, Mom. Tell Daddy to be brave. And when I go to heaven, Mom, put “Daddy’s Girl” on my grave. Someone should have told him, Mom, not to drink and drive. If only they had told him, Mom, I would still be alive. My breath is getting shorter, Mom. I’m becoming very scared. Please don’t cry for me, Mom. When I needed you, you were always there. I have one last question, Mom, before I say good bye. I didn’t drink and drive, so why am I the one to die? This is the end, mom, I wish I could look you in the eye, To say these final words, mom, I love you and goodbye. 

Finally Don’t play with lives of others.

12 comments:

  1. So touching...they drink and drink away peoples lives. Pity!

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  2. Tears droping from my eyes. Wot a touching story, hope others can learn from this.

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  3. So touching and profound... thanks for sharing, especially important before the holiday.

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  4. So sad?! In fact heart breaking. Let us rise all mothers and teach and pray that our children will follow what we teach. As we also model a good life style before them...daddy's too please! Thanks for sharing this poem May, everyone needs to see this.

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  5. This is really sad. It brings our existence into perspective. To answer the question: "Why do people drink?" For me, I use it as a way to unwind but I intend to stop it soon before it stops me.

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  6. sad but there are many such cases

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  7. http://www.nbc11news.com/home/headlines/40668907.html

    My friend and her daughter got killed by a drunk driver. He got 21 yrs in prison. Wasted lives!!

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  8. It breaks my heart reading this. As a mom, I cannot imagine if this happened to me. They really need to have better laws about this. I know people who have had several DUIs and they just get right back out. I am visiting from Mom blogger's club. I am a new follower. I hope you will follow me back at True Aim. Thanks!

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  9. This is so touching. I know of persons who lost family members due to this. Very sad indeed.

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  10. This is so touching. I know of persons who lost family members due to this. Very sad indeed.

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