“BarbaraO” over on Yahoo! said: “I have a poem I have had for years … In so many instances it’s the innocent one who pays with death…”<\/p>\n
Death of an Innocent<\/strong><\/p>\n I went to a party, Mom, I really felt proud inside, Mom, I know I did the right thing, Mom, As I got into my car, Mom, I started to drive away, Mom, As I lay there on the pavement, Mom, I’m lying here dying, Mom… There is blood all around me, Mom, I just wanted to tell you, Mom, He was probably at the same party as I. Why do people drink, Mom? The guy who hit me is walking, Mom, Tell my brother not to cry, Mom. Someone should have told him, Mom, My breath is getting shorter, Mom. I have one last question, Mom. <\/p>\n NB: To be clear, the poem above was written by “BarbaraO”. It was in a comment on the following story at Yahoo! “https:\/\/gma.yahoo.com\/missouri-mom-writes-heart-wrenching-note-alcohol-related-154026380–abc-news-lifestyle.html?bcmt=comments-postbox<\/a>“<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" “BarbaraO” over on Yahoo! said: “I have a poem I have had for years … In so many instances it’s the innocent one who pays with death…” Death of an Innocent I went to a party, Mom, I remembered what … Continue reading
\nI remembered what you said.
\nYou told me not to drink, Mom,
\nSo I drank soda instead.<\/p>\n
\nThe way you said I would.
\nI didn’t drink and drive, Mom,
\nEven though the others said I should.<\/p>\n
\nI know you are always right.
\nNow the party is finally ending, Mom,
\nAs everyone is driving out of sight.<\/p>\n
\nI knew I’d get home in one piece.
\nBecause of the way you raised me,
\nSo responsible and sweet.<\/p>\n
\nBut as I pulled out into the road,
\nThe other car didn’t see me, Mom,
\nAnd hit me like a load.<\/p>\n
\nI hear the policeman say,
\n“The other guy is drunk,” Mom,
\nAnd now I’m the one who will pay.<\/p>\n
\nI wish you’d get here soon.
\nHow could this happen to me, Mom?
\nMy life just burst like a balloon.<\/p>\n
\nAnd most of it is mine.
\nI hear the medic say, Mom,
\nI’ll die in a short time.<\/p>\n
\nI swear I didn’t drink.
\nIt was the others, Mom.
\nThe others didn’t think.<\/p>\n
\nThe only difference is, he drank
\nAnd I will die.<\/p>\n
\nIt can ruin your whole life.
\nI’m feeling sharp pains now.
\nPains just like a knife.<\/p>\n
\nAnd I don’t think it’s fair.
\nI’m lying here dying
\nAnd all he can do is stare.<\/p>\n
\nTell Daddy to be brave.
\nAnd when I go to heaven, Mom,
\nPut “Daddy’s Girl” on my grave.<\/p>\n
\nNot to drink and drive.
\nIf only they had told him, Mom,
\nI would still be alive.<\/p>\n
\nI’m becoming very scared.
\nPlease don’t cry for me, Mom.
\nWhen I needed you,
\nyou were always there.<\/p>\n
\nBefore I say good bye.
\nI didn’t drink and drive,
\nSo why am I the one to die.<\/p>\n