drink and drive

SONS LAST LETTER TO MOM
I went to a party Mom,
I remembered what you said.
U 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,
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 "GOOD BOY " 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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crying crying crying crying
that is so sad marrs gosh sooo sad crying crying
This is a heart wrenching but beautiful poem. Was it based on a personal experience or someone close to you?

Thank you for sharing it and allowing us to reflect!
a friend shared it on facebook...but i lost my brother in an accident...he was drinking and driving...he was on i 95 in pompano beach florida and wound up in front of a gas truck which flipped an caught on fire...my brother was trapped in his car and the gas fire spread and he was burnt alive...from the knees down and waist up...he had been drinking it was 245 in the afternoon...the truck driver was burnt alive as well...there is more to the story but i will share it later too much to think about now...i lived across the way from the truck drivers uncle...small world...bad way to die too for both...crying drinking and driving kills no doubt about it...
i did a bad thing chuck...i am not proud...moping
years ago.. when i was walking home with my bags of groceries.. a man stopped and offered me a ride. i thought that was very kind of him.. but it was not to lessen my load.. but rather his..
he needed to talk.

his son had been in a local bar not so long before this.. and had to much to drink, so opted to leave the car, and walk home..and so, staggering up the street he went and rounded the corner to his way home..

there was another in the bar.. a girl. she concluded she was safe to drive after her night of drinking, and so, in her SUV.. off she went and rounded the corner, a little to wide, and onto the side walk from which the man was walking home from the same bar.

she clipped this guy, in the small of his back.
not quite 30, not married, no kids.. he will be paralyzed from the waiste down for the rest of his days.


from that point on, a hung an envelope on the key holder by the door, containg $20 dollars.
if needed, one should take a cab home. have a shell around you, for it is not only you that you have to consider.
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