Drunk Driving Poem

Happy birthday Laura.




We love you & miss you!









Death of an Innocent

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 are always right. Now the party is finally ending, Mom, and 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 lie here 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?

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by Eugina Depasse and others