Tear Drops And Closed Caskets The Good Die Young.

[Guest D***el B***e]

I was browsing through an assortment of poems and found one that hit me like a ton of bricks .... I have a personal acquaintance who lost a son in the exact same manner a few years ago ... ironically, my 20 year old son just texted me 20 minutes ago. He was at friend's place watching the Chicago-Detroit game, he told me he's been drinking beer, and decided to sleep at his friend's place... Thank god!

 

This poem is written by Tamara Moir ... I wanted to share it with you.

 

I went to a party, Mom,

I remembered what you said.

You told me not to drink and drive, Mom,

So I drank sprite instead.

 

I felt really 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're always right.

Now the party is finally ending, Mom,

As everyone drives 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, Mom,

So responsible and sweet.

 

I started to drive away, Mom,

But as I pulled onto the road,

The other car didn't see me, Mom,

And it 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'll pay.

 

I'm lying here dying, Mom,

I wish you'd get here soon.

How come this happened to me, Mom?

My life burst like a balloon.

 

There is blood all around me, Mom,

Most of it is mine.

I hear the paramedic say, Mom,

I'll be dead 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 didn't know where he was going, Mom,

He was probably at the same party as I.

The only difference is, Mom,

He drank, and I will die.

 

Why do people drink, Mom?

It can ruin your whole life.

I'm feeling sharp pains now, Mom,

Pains just like a knife.

 

The guy who hit me is walking, Mom,

I don't think it's fair.

I'm lying here dying, Mom,

While all he can do is stare.

 

Tell my brother not to cry, Mom,

Tell Daddy to be brave.

And when I get to heaven, Mom,

Write 'Daddy's Girl' on my grave.

 

Someone should have told him, Mom,

Not to drink and drive.

If only they'd have take the time, Mom,

I would still be alive.

 

My breath is getting shorter, Mom,

I'm becoming very scared.

Please don't cry for me, Mom,

Because when I needed you, you were always there.

 

I have one last question, Mom,

Before I say good-bye.

I didn't ever drink, Mom,

So why am I 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 good-bye

[TiffanyXXX000 21415]

This poem means so much to me.... I can not make it all the way through without tearing up!

Thank you Al for sharing your soft sentemental side!

Kisses

Tiff

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