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(Editor's Note: This poem was submitted to Focus On Jesus by a teen. This one may seem "dark" to the older generation, however, not just one, but many of our young people are depicted in these lines . . . Pray for our teens, that they focus on Jesus, and not on just being one of the gang, and on trying to be "liked" . . . )
WHY ME?
I remember what you said, Mom.
You asked me not to go.
You were asleep, I left.
I'm so sorry, Mom.
I felt crazy, Mom
Just wanted to have fun.
Maybe too much fun.
I know I shouldn't have, Mom.
I did the wrong thing , Mom.
I know I should have listened.
Now it's hitting me.
I took one too many drinks, Mom.
I feel bad, Mom.
So I'm going home to you.
I just had a couple drinks.
I'm not drunk, Mom.
I got into my car, Mom.
Driving along, not speeding.
I drove off the road.
Hitting a tree, Mom.
I lie here on the pavement, Mom.
I hear the policeman say.
"I was drunk".
Now I'm paying, Mom.
I'm lying here dying, Mom.
Wishing you would get here soon.
I made this happen to myself.
I burst like a bubble, Mom.
Blood is all around me, Mom.
It's mostly mine.
I heard the policeman say,
In a short time I'd be dead, Mom.
I just wanted to tell you, Mom.
I swear I didn't mean to.
It was the others,
They told me to do it, Mom.
I didn't know what I was doing, Mom.
I was just having fun.
The difference is,
I'm drunk and I'll die, Mom.
I guess what I hit is still there, Mom.
While all I can do,
Is be a reminder of what happens,
When you drink and drive, Mom.
Tell Granny not to cry, Mom.
Tell Daddy and Pa to be brave.
When I get to heaven, Mom
Write "Momma's and Granny's Girl" on my grave.
I guess this is the end, Mom.
I wish I could look you in the eyes one last time,
To say these final words,
I LOVE YOU and GOOD-BY, Mom.
