Suffer Not The Little Children

Suffer Not The Little Children

A Poem by Deborah Leah Krempa

Suffer not the little children

Up in the air, balloons they do fly

From this telephone pole, as the children cry

For there was an accident that happened here

Every anniversary that goes by, the children cry

Robert & Amanda are with us, no more

 

No longer can she dry the tears from her tiny son't eyes

Or hold him to her breast, or cradle him in her loving arms

There was an accident that happened here, not so long ago

 

The world will miss out on a fine young science teacher

He could have become one, & fulfilled his dreams

Even had a wife & a few kids of his own

 

Like I said, an accident happened here, not so long ago

I am the mother of a son killed by a drunk driver

This story is horribly true, as we mother's are left utterly blue

Two people were killed on that dreadful night of April 15th 2007

Little gal by the name of Amanda & my boy Bobby, died at the scene

Everyday, I think of them, it just isn't fair that they are gone

 

Chased down by the police, as the drunk driver tried to flee

He got caught, it took six long agonizing months to put him behind bars

I shudder to think about it but I do, everyday of my life

Little Xavier is a cute little guy, he was hurt real bad in that wreckage

Darling little toddler of 4 yrs old, he will always miss his mommy

Remembering his daddy Adam, who was critically injured as well

Each wearing scars that will never fade, especially in their hearts

No one can dry the tears the children cry, as the balloons do fly

© 2010 Deborah Leah Krempa


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Deborah Leah Krempa
Deborah Leah Krempa

Toledo, OH



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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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