VISTAS: An awareness of a range of time, events, or subjects. A broad Mental View.

Death of an Innocent

David Riddell

I went to a party, Mom,
I remembered what you said.
You told me not drink,
Mom, so I drank soda instead.
I really felt 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 are always right.
Now the party is finally ending,
Mom, as everyone is driving out of sight.
As I got into my car,
Mom, I knew I'd get home in one piece.
Because of the way you raised me,
so responsible and sweet.

I started to drive away,
Mom, but as I pulled out into the road,
the other car didn't see me,
Mom, and hit me like a load.
As I lay there on the pavement,
Mom, I heard the policman say,
the other guy is drunk,
Mom, and now I'm the one who will pay.
I'm lying here dying,
Mom, I wish you'd get here soon.
How could this happen to me, Mom?
My life just burst like a balloon.
There is blood all around me, Mom,
and most of it is mine.
I heard the medic say,
Mom, I'll die 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 was probably at the same party as I.
The only difference is he drank
I will die.
Why do people drink, Mom?
It can ruin your whole life.
I'm feeling sharp pains now.
Pains just like a knife.
The guy who hit me is walking, Mom,
and I don't think it is fair.
I'm lying here dying, Mom,
and 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,
put "Daddy's Girl" on my grave.
Someone should have told him, Mom,
not to drink and drive.
If only they had told 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.
When I need you, you were always there.
I have one last question,
Mom, before I say goodbye.
I didn't drink and drive, Mom,
so why am I the one to

Re-Published with Permission
Please don't drink and drive
The life you might save may be mine or that of my children