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I was just barely a teenager.
Oh, I thought I knew it all.
But one night without thinking,
I made a poor judgment call.
I was partying with some of my friends.
And, I had too much to drink.
Then, when it was time to go home,
I didn’t even take the time to think.
I got behind the wheel that night.
I thought I knew my way home.
But with liquor steering the vehicle,
I never dreamed of the outcome.
I am in misery now & forever.
Oh, yes, if only I could go back...
Go back to that moment in time,
And erase those deadly tracks.
I'll never forget the horrible sounds that night.
I heard glass shatter & people scream.
It’s a sound that echoes in my heart daily...
It will always haunt me in my dreams.
You see, a little boy lost his life that night.
All because I was too drunk to drive.
I had no idea what my actions would cause.
Oh I shouldn't have been the one to survive.
I live with that memory every day of my life.
But those parents have empty arms.
And, if only I could go back to that night...
I would keep you from all harm.
It was me that chose to drink & drive that night.
I didn’t have to get behind the wheel...
Oh If Only I could have Gone back to then...
Oh how different so many people would feel.
I can never change what happened that night.
It is a nightmare that I live through.
But, if you can hear these words I'm saying...
Oh Please...don’t let what happen to me...happen to you!
~Author~ Kaye Des'Ormeaux
Copyright May 2, 2000
M. A. D. D. & S. A. D. D
Dedicated to the ones who've lost their life at the
hands of a drunk driver!
There’s no excuse.
Jenny was so happy about the house they had found.
For once in her life it was on the right side of town.
She unpacked her things with such great ease.
As she watched her new curtains blow in the breeze.
How wonderful it was to have her own room.
School would be starting,
She'd have friends over soon.
There'd be sleep-overs, and parties;
she was so happy.
It's just the way she wanted her life to be.
On the first day of school, everything went great.
She made new friends and even got a date!
She thought, I want to be popular and I'm going to be,
Because I just got a date with the star of the team!
To be known in this school you had to have some clout,
And dating this guy would sure help her out.
There was only one problem stopping her fate.
Her parents had said she was too young to date.
Well, I just won't tell them the entire truth.
They won't know the difference;
what's there to lose??
Jenny asked to stay with her friends that night.
Her parents frowned but said, "All right."
Excited, she got ready for the big event,
But as she rushed around like she had no sense,
She began to feel guilty about all the lies,
But what's a pizza, a party, and a moonlight ride?
Well, the pizza was good, and the party was great,
but the moonlight ride would have to wait.
For Jeff was half drunk by this time.
But he kissed her and said that he was just fine.
Then the room filled with smoke and Jeff took a puff.
Jenny couldn't believe he was smoking that stuff.
Now Jeff was ready to ride to the point
but only after he'd smoked another joint.
They jumped in the car for the moonlight ride,
Not thinking that he was too drunk to drive.
They finally made it to the point at last,
and Jeff started trying to make a pass.
A pass is not what Jenny wanted at all
(and by a pass, I don't mean playing football).
Perhaps my parents were right......
maybe I am too young.
Boy, how could I ever, ever be so dumb.
With all of her might, she pushed Jeff away:
"Please take me home, I don't want to stay."
Jeff cranked up the engine and floored the gas.
In a matter of seconds they were going too fast.
As Jeff drove on in a fit of wild anger,
Jenny knew that her life was in danger.
She begged and pleaded for him to slow down,
but he just got faster as they neared the town.
Just let me get home! I'll confess that I lied.
I really went out for a moonlight ride.
Then all of a sudden, she saw a big flash
"Oh God, Please help us! We're going to crash!"
She doesn't remember the force of impact.
Just that everything all of a sudden went black.
She felt someone remove her from the twisted rubble,
And heard, call an ambulance!
These kids are in trouble.
Voices she heard...... a few words at best.
But she knew there were two cars involved in the wreck.
Then wondered to herself if Jeff was all right,
And if the people in the other car were alive.
She awoke in the hospital to faces so sad.
"You've been in a wreck and it looks pretty bad."
These voices echoed inside her head,
As they gently told her that Jeff was dead.
They said "Jenny, we've done all we can do,
but it looks as if we'll lose you too."
"But the people in the other car!??" Jenny cried.
"We're sorry, Jenny, they also died."
Jenny prayed, "God, forgive me for what I've done
I only wanted to have just one night of fun."
"Tell those people's family, I've made their lives dim,
And wish I could return their families to them."
"Tell Mom and Dad I'm sorry I lied,
And that it's my fault so many have died.
Oh, nurse, won't you please tell them that for me?"
The nurse just stood there ~ she never agreed.
But took Jenny's hand with tears in her eyes
And a few moments later Jenny died.
A man asked the nurse, "Why didn't you do your best
To bid that girl her one last request?"
She looked at the man with eyes oh so sad.
"Because the people in the other car were her mom and dad."
~ Author Unknown ~
I went to a birthday party, mom,
but I remembered what you said.
You told me not to drink at all, mom,
so I had a sprite instead.
I felt proud of myself, mom,
the way you said I would,
that I didn't choose to drink and drive,
though some friends said I should.
I knew I made a healthy choice, mom,
and your advice to me was right
as the party finally ended
and the kids drove out of sight.
I got into my car, sure to get home in one piece,
never knowing what was coming,
something I expected least.
Now I'm lying on the pavement, mom,
I can hear the policeman say,
"The kid that caused this wreck was drunk."
His voice seems far away.
My own blood is all around me, mom,
as I try hard not to cry.
I can hear the paramedic say, mom
"This girl is going to die."
I'm sure the guy had no idea, mom,
while he was flying high,
because he chose to drink and drive, mom,
that I would have to die.
So why do people do it, mom,
knowing that it ruins lives?
But now the pain is cutting me, mom,
like a hundred stabbing knives.
Tell my sister not to be afraid, mom,
tell daddy to be brave,
and when I go to heaven
put "Daddy's Girl" on my grave.
Someone should have taught him that
its wrong to drink and drive.
Maybe if his mom and dad had,
I'd still be alive.
My breath is getting shorter, mom,
I'm getting really scared.
These are my final moments, mom,
and I'm so unprepared.
I wish that you could hold me mom,
as I lie here and die.
I wish that I could say
I love you and good-bye.
Author Unknown
I am mother, without her son
Left here with a broken heart
Until my days are finally done
I can never forget his depart
It was a accident, someone who was drinking
Someone who never used their head
What in the world were they thinking?
Why is it my son Greg, that is dead
I am torn in two parts
Never will I be the same
Many of us with broken hearts
It's such a terrible shame
I must learn to forgive
But Never will I forget
My son will no longer live
I have much to regret
I have asked a million times "Why?"
Did God Choose Greg, my son
Why was he the one to die?
Why was his time done?
No one knows the answers or can they understand
Why things like this happen, what purpose can it serve
We must just accept it, as a part of God's Plan
Even though this pain I feel, I did not deserve
I will have to learn, to enjoy the memories of my son
Thanking God for giving me, the years that we had
Only looking back, at the wonderful things he's done
Giving God the credit, for the memories that we shared
Although I may have, a mother's broken heart
God replaces it daily, with deep memories of love
Of my sweet son Greg, before his depart
The Symbol of this love is His pure white dove
For each of Greg's memories passing through my mind
I feel Greg's kisses, brushing upon my cheek
Nothing can take that from me, "That's all mine"
Replacing broken parts with smiles each week
I can still hear his laughter ringing in my ears
See his smiling face, as he teases me
I can still enjoy watching him, through his years
I know he's in heaven, still loving me
If I keep thinking, of the things we have done
The things we shared and were allowed to enjoy
The memories and the battles, that we together won
The things that I treasure, about my little boy
I will soon see, that the pieces in my heart
Are turning into smiles, we've shared before
Smiles we shared from the very start
Smiles as we opened up each and every door
Yes, a broken heart can still share many smiles
Smiles that repair pieces that were once left broken
Smiles that stretch to the heavens, and across the miles
Smiles of my son Greg, that are "My Favorite Tokens"
My Favorite Tokens
Standing at Heaven's Gate.
©Joynheart 09/21/99
Written by request of :
Lisa Coaliron(ruth@lcc.net)
For her friend Betty who lost her 17 yr. old son Oct. 13, 1994
Written by: JoAnn Kranik
All Rights Reserved
Copyrights belongs to Joynheart
Special permission from Joynheart@aol.com has
been obtained to print this content.
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