dont drink and drive

Posted:  Nov 8, 2007 10:34 PM

[+ reading list][- reading list]Xavier!
A Story by debileah

don't drink and drive

The young man was foolish when he drank too much alcohol, the night of April 15th

The year 2007, the night he killed my son.

He must have partied all day, and had a hell of a lot of fun.

Now he must pay dearly, for what he has done.



He had a designated driver, but he gave back the keys.

Now, a bit too late, he prays on his knees.

The bar they called for him a taxi-cab to chaeuffer him home.

Instead he chose to drive himself and go it alone.



He drove through people's yards and hit a fence.

He should have stayed where he was, but now he repents.

Hit and run, and run he did.

From the police he hid.



Then abruptly he crashed head on collision.

Now he must pay for his greedy decision.

For some reason he took off his shoes, and sat in the passenger's seat.

Told the police someone else was driving, and did flee.



In his drunken stupor, he was lying

as two of his victim's lay dying.

As an injured child was screaming and crying.

he was trying to cover up for himself.



He had no remorse,

He claimed amnesia, of course.

Now, a bit late he is sorry for what he has done.

For now he is well on his way to prison.



The funeral's were touchingly sad,

so many people hurt and mad.

The tiny boy lost his mom and his dad was hurt bad.

And the little boy?



His name is Xavier, his head was scalped and he's only four years old.

My son died protecting him, and Xavier remembers his savior.

He told the police who everyone was, he identified the bodies.

Now he has nightmares of such atrosities.



The court process took six months, and finally the day of sentencing came.

No one in that Courtroom will ever be the same.

Tears filled every eye.

As the final impact statements were read by victims, everyone cried.



I recall the offender, as he sat by my side,

All kinds of mixed feelings I held in my thoughts and my mind.

A part of me wanted to strangle him right then and there.

We were so close we could have touched hands.



I remember looking at him, his eyes looking away.

Perhaps he is ashamed today.

I know he's afraid, I can feel him tremble and shake.

Hopefully he will learn never to make the same fatal mistake.



He has a name and a face I will never forget all the days of my life.

I just want him to remember mine.

Because if he sees me, he sees my son,

for his spirit will carry on in me until my last day is done.



There were two families lives torn apart forever.

Actually three, as I sat there and watched this stranger sob for him.

Perhaps she was his mother, bless her heart.

I could feel her pain, but could she feel my loss?



At least her son has his life.

Mine lost his.

So to anyone who reads this poetry selection.

Please think before you drink or drive.



Let's help each other to stay alive.

Give your keys to a friend.

Use your designated driver.

And for God's sake don't drink and drive.

Reviews

[Chaos]

First, I don't drink and drive and never will. When I have one glass of wine at a restaurant, I make my boyfriend drive home. I don't feel safe and I wouldn't want to be so inconsiderate as to put myself or any innoncent family in jeopardy so I can feel synthetically good for awhile. To me, the risk is too great. I love the way this poem flowed. I'm so glad to see your getting your feelings into perspective with writing. I use writing in this manner myself. Nicely done!

[Chaos]

First, I don't drink and drive and never will. When I have one glass of wine at a restaurant, I make my boyfriend drive home. I don't feel safe and I wouldn't want to be so inconsiderate as to put myself or any innoncent family in jeopardy so I can feel synthetically good for awhile. To me, the risk is too great. I love the way this poem flowed. I'm so glad to see your getting your feelings into perspective with writing. I use writing in this manner myself. Nicely done!

[Wildfleour]

Oh my - my heart just breaks for you...............