I watched the last light of day fade in the west,
wondering how much longer I should drive before I stopped to rest.
The weeks events playing over again in my mind,
a troubled heart longing for some needed comfort and peace to find.

Without warning there would be a head on collision,
there was no way to avoid the crash it was not a choice or decision.
I remember the terrible sounds of that fateful night,
the police cars and ambulances with their sirens and flashing lights.

Pretty eyes and long blonde hair a sweet memory,
of another little child who had died but now was completely free.
Trying in her last moments alive to let me know,
that what had happened was not my fault and it was her time to go.

Her daddy had been drinking all day at the bar,
and when he got home that night insisted they all get into the car.
A young mother’s pleading to stay home unheard,
at the end of this tragic night she would never speak another word.

How could a sweet child at the tender age of seven,
be certain of some things and what it would look like up in heaven.
She said her grandma said everything would be alright,
to just take hold of the angel’s hand and to walk towards the light.

Heaven welcomed this young angel with golden hair,
a haunting memory of her teddy bear now sitting alone in the chair.
One of her grandparents would have to deal with the pain,
when the police officers arrived late at their house to try to explain.

Up ahead I could see a nice motel off to my right,
and I knew I needed to stop and let my family know I was alright.
I knew from now on when I saw the days last light,
I would again recall with sadness what had happened that night.

I couldn't stop the tears now flowing down my face,
two innocent people died for nothing, what a shame and disgrace.
If you feel you must drink then please do not drive,
because it is always the young and innocence who never survive.


© Brenda Sparkman
September 17, 2007