Bobby's Voice

Bobby's Voice

A Poem by Deborah Leah Krempa
"

(Please don't drink and drive)

"

A

 

Broken pelvis

 

A

 

Broken spine

 

Fractured bones

 

Was not enough damage done

 

To kill him

 

The Coroner's Report read

 

It was blunt force

 

Trama to his head

 

He sustained too much

 

Cranial damage

 

Pronounced dead at the scene

 

Of the accident

 

Yet the report also read

 

There were several minutes that had passed

 

After the impact

 

He was still alive

 

I wonder did he suffer long?

 

I wonder did he feel any pain?

 

I wonder what were his last thoughts?

 

The list of questions could on and on

 

Until I drive myself insane

 

It is a shame

 

A drunk driver is to blame

 

Someone who so carelessly

 

Got behind the wheel of an automobile

 

Someone who under the influence of alcohol

 

Decided they could handle it on their own

 

Decided not to take a taxicab home

 

Decided not use a designated driver

 

Decided

 

That is the key word

 

He made a decision

 

To drink and drive that fateful night

 

Choices

 

Another keyword

 

We need to be held responsible for the choices we make

 

Drunk or sober

 

We need to be held accountable

 

For our actions as a society and individually

 

So here I am a grieving mother

 

Writing words of poetry

 

Creating a voice

 

One that needs to be heard

 

Across the land

 

We need tougher laws in our states

 

We need early prevention in our schools

 

We need zero tolerance of alcohol on our roadways

 

We need stricter penalties for those who break the laws

 

My son is now a statistic

 

Though he is not without a name or a face

 

His name was "Bobby" and I am his voice

 

 

 

 

 

© 2009 Deborah Leah Krempa


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I was also struck by a drunk driver. I wrote a poem about it that I will publish in the future. I thank you. There is no end to the grief now, perhaps in the future. In regard to the poem, it was touching and powerful. Thank you for sharing this healing message. Also, my nick name is Bobbie. I don't know what difference that makes, but to me it seems significant. Thank you again. Barb

Posted 11 Years Ago


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Some say that in an impact like that our souls leave our bodies just before it happens. I like to believe our loved ones dont suffer just before they pass. My father is an alcoholic and caused a few accidents even with us in the car as kids, now he rides his bike everywhere and gets NO sympathy from me. This is such a heartfelt write, im sure your Bobby appreciates you being his voice. Thank you for sharing!

Posted 11 Years Ago


So powerful and so profound, such grief to feel.

Posted 11 Years Ago


very powerful read ... the emotions really jump out of you in this piece..... losing someone to anothers foolishness is a pain that never can fully heal.... nice job on this one...

Posted 11 Years Ago


tragic...and very sad...and a very clear message as well...i agree with Kelley...Bobby lives on through your words...

a painful write...very well written...

regards
barricade...

Posted 11 Years Ago


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I know how it feels i lost a loved one to a drunk driver two

Posted 11 Years Ago


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WOW that was very sad! But Bobby live on through your words.

Great write! Thanks for sharing.

Kelley

Posted 11 Years Ago


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So powerful and profound... Thank you for taking up his voice and speaking for this deeply moving cause. Every day... Oh, every day lives, families, cities are affected by this preventable horror... Sometimes I ask myself, did this poem, story, or book need to be written? Yes... This truly did...

Posted 11 Years Ago


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I was also struck by a drunk driver. I wrote a poem about it that I will publish in the future. I thank you. There is no end to the grief now, perhaps in the future. In regard to the poem, it was touching and powerful. Thank you for sharing this healing message. Also, my nick name is Bobbie. I don't know what difference that makes, but to me it seems significant. Thank you again. Barb

Posted 11 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

its really tragic i know ,but thats life ,you should forget dear ,,you have to get hold on yourself,i know its painful ,but again thats life..
sad write..

Posted 11 Years Ago


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Deborah Leah Krempa

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I am grandmother,.. My children and my grandchildren I love them all so very much. They are my gifts from my creator, the blessings in this life. I simply adore poetry and the .. more..

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