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Subject: Very sad, but true to often.
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moenie 21.05.08 - 05:56am
Hi everyone,ddromana requested that I post these here.
I went to a party,
And remembered what you said.
You told me not to drink, Mum
So I had a sprite instead.
I felt proud of myself,
The way you said I would,
That I didn't drink and drive,
Though some friends said I should.
I made a healthy choice,
And your advice to me was right,
The party finally ended,
And the kids drove out of sight.
I got into my car,
Sure to get home in one piece,
I never knew what was coming, Mum
Something I expected least.
Now I'm lying on the pavement,
And I hear the policeman say,
The kid that caused this wreck was drunk,
Mum, his voice seems far away.
My own blood's all around me,
As I try hard not to cry.
I can hear the paramedic say,
This girl is going to die.
I'm sure the guy had no idea,
While he was flying high,
Because he chose to drink and drive,
Now I would have to die.
So why do people do it, Mum
Knowing that it ruins lives?
And now the pain is cutting me,
Like a hundred stabbing knives.
Someone should have taught him,
That it's wrong to drink and drive.
Maybe if his parents had,
I'd still be alive.
My breath is getting shorter, Mum
I'm getting really scared.
These are my final moments,
And I'm so unprepared.
I wish that you could hold me Mum,
As I lie here and die.
I wish that I could say, I love you, Mum!
So I love you and good-bye. *
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moenie 21.05.08 - 06:03am
Sorry this isn't a poem, but worth posting.
I was walking around in a store. I saw a
cashier hand this little boy his money back saying
I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to
buy this doll.
Then the little boy turned to the old woman
''Granny, are you sure I don't
have enough money?''
The old lady replied: ''You know that you
don't have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.''
Then she asked him to stay there for 5
minutes while she went to look around. She
left quickly.
The little boy was still holding the doll in
his hand.
Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him
who he wished to give this doll to.
It's the doll that my sister loved most and
wanted so much for this Christmas. She was so
sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her.
I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus will
bring it to her after all, and not to worry.
But he replied to me sadly. No, Santa Claus
can't bring it to her where she is now. I have to
give the doll to my Mommy so that she can give
it to my sister when she goes there.
His eyes were so sad while saying this. My
sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that
Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I
thought that she could take the doll with her to
give it to my sister.''
My heart nearly stopped.
The little boy looked up at me and said: I
told daddy to tell Mommy not to go yet. I need her
to wait until I come back from the m all.
Then he showed me a very nice photo of him
where he was laughing. He then told me I want Mommy
to take my picture with her so she won't forget me.
I love my Mommy and I wish she doesn't have
to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go
to be with my little sister.
Then he looked again at the doll with sad
eyes, very quietly.
I quickly reached for my wallet and said to
the boy. What if we checked again, just in
case you do have enough money?''
OK he said I hope that I have enough. I
added some of my money to his without him seeing and
we started to count it. There was enough for the
doll and even some spare money.
The little boy said: Thank you God for
giving me enough money!
Then he looked at me and added I asked
yesterday before I slept for God to make sure I have
enough money to buy this doll so that Mommy can give
it to my sister. He heard me!''
I also wanted to have enough money to buy a
white rose for my Mommy, but I didn't dare to ask
God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the
doll and a white rose.''
My Mommy loves white roses.
A few minutes later, the old lady came again
and I left with my basket.
I finished my shopping in a totally
different state from when I started. I
couldn't get the little boy out of my mind.
Then I remembered a local newspaper article
2 days ago, which mentioned of a drunk man in
a truck, who hit a car, where there was one young lady and a
little girl.
The little girl died right away, and the
mother was left in a critical state. The family had
to decide whether to pull the plug on the
life-assisting machine, because the young lady
would not be able to recover from the coma.
Was this the family of the little boy?
Two days after this encounter with the
little boy, I read in the newspaper that the
young lady had passed away.
I couldn't stop myself as I bought a bunch
of white roses and I went to the funeral home where
the body of the young woman was exposed for people
to see and make last wishes before burial.
She was there, in her coffin, holding a
beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of
the little boy and the doll placed over her chest.
I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that
my life had been changed forever. The love that this
little boy had for his mother and his sister is
still, to this day, hard to imagine. And in a
fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all
this away from him.
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drromana 21.05.08 - 06:54am
Thank you very much for posting these. i was very moved. God bless you. *
rose1937 23.05.08 - 01:22am
Thank you for posting you pomens thay was very beatfull may God bless you *
oubaas 23.05.08 - 03:43am
Thank you my cool buddy 4 sharing this with us! May all hav a Blessed weekend. *
moenie 27.05.08 - 01:12pm
My pleasure everyone. Here's one more!
I knelt to pray but not for long,
I had too much to do.
I had to hurry and get to work
For bills would soon be due.
So I knelt and said a hurried prayer,
And jumped up off my knees.
My Christian duty was now done
My soul could rest at ease.....
All day long I had no time
To spread a word of cheer
No time to speak of Christ to friends,
They'd laugh at me I'd fear.
No time, no time, too much to do,
That was my constant cry,
No time to give to souls in need
But at last the time, the time to die.
I went before the Lord,
I came, I stood with downcast eyes.
For in his hands God! held a book;
I t was the book of life.
God looked into his book and said
Your name I cannot find
I once was going to write it down...
But never found the time *
khope777 28.05.08 - 12:39am
Beautiful poems. Reminds me that we need to put Christ first. *
moenie 28.05.08 - 06:28am
Thank you! I didn't write them though. I wish I could.....
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ms_frost 6.06.08 - 04:10pm
wow, both of your poems are heartfelt and inspiring. I'm glad i read them. to be honest most of the poems posted in this group are fabulous. you re all awesome! *
seastarr 8.06.08 - 01:34am
Very touching posts my bud. Thank you for sharing them. 
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oubaas 10.06.08 - 03:35pm
moenie u a poet too? *
moenie 11.06.08 - 10:29am
Hi oubaas, 
Wish I had a talent for poetry but I tend to just read poetry. Thinking about trying again but this silly didly rhyme keeps poping in my head!
There once was a man from Capri
Who tried to wee over a tree
The tree was to high
So he wee'd in his eye
And now the poor can't see! 
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oubaas 11.06.08 - 10:47am
oops! 
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drromana 13.06.08 - 08:56am
Lol moenie. that was a cute one. *
