I hope this hit home!

I and my two oldest sons are taking a parenting class called The Parent Project. It is taught by the Lake County Juvenile Court System. I need all the tools possible to handle raising 3 boys as a single mother!

While the parents are in their class, the children are in a class with Probation Officers and Counselors. Yesterday's class was about teenage drug and alcohol use. This poem was read to the children. When my middle son let me read it, I cried. I hope the kids had the same reaction!

The Death of an Innocent

I went to a party Mom,

I remember 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 the others said I should.

I know I did the right thing, Mom;

I know you’re always right

Now the party is finally ending, Mom,

As everyone drives out of sight.

As I got in my car, Mom,

I know I’d get home in one piece,

Because of the way you raised me Mom,

So 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 now 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 bursts like a balloon.

There is blood all around me, Mom,

Most of it is mine.

I hear the paramedic say, Mom,

I’ll die in a very short time.

I just wanted to tell, 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 that is fair.

I’m lying here dying, Mom,

While 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,

Write, “Daddy’s Girl” on my grave. 

Some should have told him, Mom,

Not to drink and drive.

If only they would have taken time, 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 goodbye,

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 goodbye.

Comments

[Kendra]

BOY....that's a strong message! Good luck in your class!