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June 24, 2014

Reflection on Driving While Drunk

With summer here, teens run the risk of many dangerous situations including the possibility they will drive or be in a car with someone who is impaired by alcohol. Use the occasion of summer to share with them the very meaningul poem below.

Party Poem

I went to a party, Mom, I remembered what you said,

You told me not to drink, Mom, so I drank soda instead,

I felt really proud inside, Mom, the way you said I would,

I didn’t drink and drive, Mom, even though others said I should.

I know I did the right thing, Mom, I knew 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 know I’ll get home in one piece,

Because of the way you raised me, Mom, as 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 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 brothers 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 had talked to 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, 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.

                                                      —Author Unknown


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