Little Timmy was a six-month old little boy who was run over by an alcohol impaired driver (not drunk, just impaired) on August 15th, 1977. The driver spent five years, ten months and one day in the Missouri State Penitentiary at Jefferson City, MO (AKA The Bloodiest 47 Acres in America, due to all the killings that occured there).
The poem should include "Little Timmy" and "Big Timmy" (the impaired driver's name was also Tim). All the vital stats shoyuld be included. The inmates all screamed that Tim was a "Baby Killer". He yelled back, "How can you guys call me a "Baby Killer" when you are so drunk, you can't even pronounce the words, "Baby Killer" right?
Little Timmy was in a stroller when he was run over. His mom, a pedestrian, was struck. She tried to stand in front of the car to protect Little Timmy. It didn't work.
The offender's dad, while Tim was in prison, drove his Harley Davidson under the influence, and killed his girlfriend on the back of the bike. They both "Sold their freedom for a drink". His dad, Gary, was charged with Vehicular Homicide in Minnesota while Tim was convicted of Manslaughter in Missouri (same crime, different name).
Big Tim speaks against drunk driving/alcohol impaired driving now. He lost his innocence, and he doesn't want other offenders to lose their innocence. Little Timmy is looking down from heaven and knows at least he didn't die in vain. Big Tim is trying to make a difference. He talks at schools to kids, to DWI Offenders, at churches, at prisons, etc. "Those in heaven see the heart. See mine."
When Tim dies and goes to heaven, he'll meet Jesus and Jesus will say, "Tim. You see those people over there (Jesus pointing)? Those people never had to endure a drunk driving tragedy because you shared your story".
The photograph of the baby stroller looked like it was on fire, like it was baking, a crimson color, because the sunlight was refracting through Little Timmy's blood from the aluminum from the stroller. The stroller was crushed into an egg-shaped sphere. The police spray painter a fat yellow police line around the stroller.
As Tim ran over the stroller, it made a crunching gravely sound. The mother was clutching Little Timmy to her chest, bloody from shoulders to her feet, crying out the words (when the police arrived) "He just killed my baby" (cried it out repeatedly). Little Timmy actually died in the hospital 45 minutes later in the hospital.
Please include all the vital facts. Be creative as you wish. I know it will take great skill and courage to even write the poem. I will collaborate after the final poem is chosen. Be aware that the poem will be read to DWI Offenders in an effort to stop drunk driving. Thank you. Let's save some lives!
The poem should include "Little Timmy" and "Big Timmy" (the impaired driver's name was also Tim). All the vital stats shoyuld be included. The inmates all screamed that Tim was a "Baby Killer". He yelled back, "How can you guys call me a "Baby Killer" when you are so drunk, you can't even pronounce the words, "Baby Killer" right?
Little Timmy was in a stroller when he was run over. His mom, a pedestrian, was struck. She tried to stand in front of the car to protect Little Timmy. It didn't work.
The offender's dad, while Tim was in prison, drove his Harley Davidson under the influence, and killed his girlfriend on the back of the bike. They both "Sold their freedom for a drink". His dad, Gary, was charged with Vehicular Homicide in Minnesota while Tim was convicted of Manslaughter in Missouri (same crime, different name).
Big Tim speaks against drunk driving/alcohol impaired driving now. He lost his innocence, and he doesn't want other offenders to lose their innocence. Little Timmy is looking down from heaven and knows at least he didn't die in vain. Big Tim is trying to make a difference. He talks at schools to kids, to DWI Offenders, at churches, at prisons, etc. "Those in heaven see the heart. See mine."
When Tim dies and goes to heaven, he'll meet Jesus and Jesus will say, "Tim. You see those people over there (Jesus pointing)? Those people never had to endure a drunk driving tragedy because you shared your story".
The photograph of the baby stroller looked like it was on fire, like it was baking, a crimson color, because the sunlight was refracting through Little Timmy's blood from the aluminum from the stroller. The stroller was crushed into an egg-shaped sphere. The police spray painter a fat yellow police line around the stroller.
As Tim ran over the stroller, it made a crunching gravely sound. The mother was clutching Little Timmy to her chest, bloody from shoulders to her feet, crying out the words (when the police arrived) "He just killed my baby" (cried it out repeatedly). Little Timmy actually died in the hospital 45 minutes later in the hospital.
Please include all the vital facts. Be creative as you wish. I know it will take great skill and courage to even write the poem. I will collaborate after the final poem is chosen. Be aware that the poem will be read to DWI Offenders in an effort to stop drunk driving. Thank you. Let's save some lives!
Contest is Over
- Contest was judged on May 31, 2003
- Rewards: Gold: 393
- Final notes:
Enigma Tic: This task was daunting for the writers. My heartfelt and eternal gratitude to everyone who reached into their hearts and souls to reflect and present upon words most profound. It seemed impossible for me to decide upon 1st, 2nd, and 3rd place. I thank God for everyone who wrote. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Peace & Love. Big Tim/AKA, Enigmatic Tic
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She tried to react, to jump in the way.
One horrible moment, she relives everyday.by nonuvurbizness- 38 lines, 28 comments, on May 24 10:05 PM 2003. In Other• Commented on by judge. -
Here I lay on the cold wet ground.
Barely six months old.by Sunkissedrose 48 lines, 11 comments, on May 25 3:16 PM 2003. In Personal• Commented on by judge. -
The Babes Bloodiest Afternoon
Isn’t it funny,• Commented on by judge. -
One normal day it started out
a name seemed all they’d share,• Commented on by judge. -
Now, I speak through my guilt to all who will listen;
My freedom doesn't belong to me--I left it in prison.
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The mother screaming in grief stricken despair
You have killed my baby, you have killed my son• Commented on by judge.
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such a sad contest maybe we can all get through the tears and fight for what is right.
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Wow. An incredible and inspired reason to write a poem and start a contest. Wow.
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Thankyou for sharing that moving and heart wrenching story ~ tears are streaming down my face as i feel the pain of the mother and the offender - I am soooo grateful that Big Tim lives with guilt and has dedicated his life to righting the wrong as best he can. This is an incredible contest ~ i would love to enter but the overwhelming emotions from pain, anger, hatred to sorrow and compassion are too conflicting - i look forward to reading the entries just the same =0)
Danielle -
awww!!! this is such a sad contest and story in general, i don't think i could bring myself up to enter it... well good luck whoever does enter it, and god bless poor little timmy in heaven right now...
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jeeze. my heart sank while reading the expo, enigma. what a tough challenge and i'm surprised only one person has entered. then again, while it is extremely stirring--i'm not sure i could bring myself to enter it either. how harrowing but also uplifting in that tragedy has bequeathed some semblance of restitution. little timmy's death has not been in vain and i pray that gives SOME bit of comfort to his family even now. decades later. very stirring challenge. should have expected that from you.
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Yeah I have heard Big Tim Tell his story...I dont know if it was this year or last year it was some video tape that they made us watch. It was 2 days before prom and they made all the Sr's watch it. We were so excited to be missing 4 class periods and that sr prom was in 2 days we didn't care what we watch. Everyone was talking at the begining at the end everyone was just quite. It was so still...I never heard it that quite. The ppl who were listening to their headphones and talkin on their cell phone were still. It was like we were all frozen. That story made an impact in our school on prom day. No one in our area was caught driving drunk or no one got in accident. Because being locked down 17-19 is not cool. This is a good contest if I was a good writter in that kind of category then I would submit
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after reading what this was all about and every detail, it gave me flashbacks ..I know this all to well and the hurt and emotions that go along with this...My brother was killed by a drunk driver and this is a hard subject for me, i wrote one about my brother but cant write about this ....
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So sad. I'd try to write one for this, but I'm becoming somewhat known for being unemotional about some things, so I think I'll not try. I couldn't do justice to it anyhow. Good luck to those who do enter though! And what a great contest idea!
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For Eric...
"This is dedicated to my brother who was killed by a drunk driver"
such a soldier i remember them say
i can never forget ..that sad cold day
only 9 yrs. old so full of life
the way it was taken
taken away
i remember the call
my father would say..just get here
get here fast.. was all he could say...
the tone of his voice
was not him at all ..
I'll never forget the chills ..
that call,, that day
my heart had dropped
realizing the fear
knowing in my heart
something bad was very near
9 yrs old so sad to say
he shouldn't have died
not in that way
no reason for the taken
it wasn't fair you see
why would that man
just drive away
leaving you there
dieing that way
its hard on my heart
knowing the facts
cant understand
how people react
i miss you Eric
thank god for our time
remember your birthday
it was the same as mine
time so precious
and never enough
sometimes our lives
get really rough
but know in my heart
i still shed a tear
feel you at times
as if your still near
my memories are here
as they will remain
yet nothing will ever be the same
not here..
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I am going to go try and write a poem for this contest...it may take me a while! But it is something I believe in so i will try my hardest to get everything that is important into the poem! When I am done I hope it is what you were looking for!
Much Love.
*Lady* -
Tim, Thank you from my heart so much for picking mine as third place, that means alot to me to have been picked. Can I adopt
you as a big brother hehe?
Congratualations Kelly and Aunt Cookie also
Sherry
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Thank you, Sherry. And, thank you, Big Tim! I had no idea, and maybe that was for the best--but bless your heart! You did a good thing here, and I'm proud to have been a part in this project. Keep doing what you're doing, and know that lives have already been saved because of you and your vision, and lives will continue to be saved! You are a beautiful person, and my heart goes out to you! Oh, and thank you for the first place cup. That absolutely made my day! Love, light and peace to you! Hugs Kelly
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Tim,
I just wanted to stop by and say thank you to you and two other poets that took time to pick my contest pieces. I try really hard on em and they all loose even winning third is a honor because I never hardly get picked only won three. So it means alot you choose this piece....And with some of the more mature and skilled writers here a AP.......And great people you picked mine. I hope you had a nice Christmas and 2004 will be the best for you.
Hugs to you Sherry
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Oh my.. I am so sorry. This actually brought tears to my eyes. And after our talk, I must say that it must have been tough. i cried the whole time I was reading. You...oh my.... It was horrible... too true... I am just so sorry. This is all a part of the changed man you are today... the wonderful and beautiful person that you are now. Thank you so much for sharing all of this with me. You and Little Timmy are in my heart... and in my prayers.
Love you,
Melanie
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