Mormor Tralle Tone Troll Skrevet 13. juni 2008 #1 Skrevet 13. juni 2008 Fikk dette diktet sendt på epost i dag. Syns det var så Trist og samtidig så vakkert, så jeg ville dele med dere dib-damer. Måtte gråte en skvett da jeg hadde lest ferdig! Fikk det fra min voksne datter som stort sett er avholdsmenneske når det gjelder alkohol. I went to a party, mom, I remembered what you said. You told me not to 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 your always right. Now the partys finally ending, mom, as everyones 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 hear the policeman say. The other guy is drunk, mom, and now I'm the one to 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 hear 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 and 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's fair. I'm lying here dying and all he does is stare. Tell my brother and sister 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, I would still be alive. My breathe is getting shorter, mom, I'm becoming very scared. Please don't cry for me, mom. When I needed 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 die???
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