The Babes Bloodiest Afternoon
Isn’t it funny,
How everything can be fine and dandy
On that day oh so sunny
Wonderful day August 15th 1977
When I watched down from heaven
I saw Little Timmy and his mummy
Out for a stroll as it was drawing near seven
He smiled happily in his aluminum device
He watched the birds and the bugs
And looked to everything in the sky
While his mother just smiled and shrugged
I rested my head as a tear streamed down
I knew what was to come
I wish I could have stopped it
But the man was too drunk
No, not drunk, such a harsh word
He was impaired by alcohol
For that’s what he was worth
I wish I could make the car stall
But without a breath
There was a crunching clink
Aluminum turned crimson red
While the driver got out in a blink
He couldn’t comprehend what he had done
He couldn’t ignore the setting sun
Little Timmy made not a peep
His stroller was crushed into a small little egg
And his mother pulled him from his seat
Looking at the man, tears feel from her eyes
Screaming and panting, “He just killed my baby.”
When the police arrived and asked him his name
All he could seem to say was “I killed him, maybe.”
Big Tim was his only identity
Yet in jail his inmates yelled “Baby Killer!”
His only reply was “I was impaired! So leave me be!”
As this went on for five years, ten months and one day
I watched as his father
Just wasted away
Drunk as could be, on a motorcycle he drove
And then killing his girlfriend
One that he did not loathe
So now I sit with Little Timmy
We are watching everything
And hearing all about Big Timmy
How he goes around to and continues to say
“Those in heaven who see the heart. See mine.”
And teaching people to not take a life away
Big Tim speaks to the world
And when he comes to heaven
And Jesus dost say
“My dear boy
Look all you have save.”
So for now
Little Timmy and I will look down
Knowing that Little Timmy did not die in vain
We will give him a smile to know that less people
Will never go through Little Timmy’s same pain.
Drinking and Driving Impairs the judgment
You could take a life
And who says you can play God.
Ginna Keevan
5/26/2003
Author notes
I know this isn't that great...but I wanted to try...and this is what I got...so yeah...i hope it is ok!
Written May 26th, 2003
In a list
A contest entry
- For Little Timmy by Timothy Cameron.
393 points, ended May 31, 2003, 7 entries
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Great poem...and me likes it a lot...thanx for shareing it...have a nice day too he he he...
sajonara
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a very touching attempt to bring sense to as tragic story that unfolds daily across this country....you did well...artis
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aww...this is so sweet!
hmm..omg i am getting to sentimental and emotional at my old age..*cries* but seriously this is a beautiful write =) -
You did all the right things with this one. Excellent contest poem. Excellent writing. Good luck to you. Freeways Mom
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You certainly put the vitals in there, didn't you? Hard to try to put the emotions AND all the stats without sounding as if you're narrating it.
And it was so hard to do. I'm proud of those who worked with this one. It's unique to say the least. Very good job!
Bless you for the time you put in. CookieZeal/D -
You did a great job on this poem i think it could have used alittle more emotions but who am i to judge.
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I know this was incredibly hard to write, so i applaud the effort you have put into it. The thoughts are lovely, the meaning sad, yet hopeful. It is rather simple, but it meets all criteria.. so good luck. I felt that more emotion could be put into it, but what you have is good. Thank you for sharing, and featuring so that i would know to read it. I really did enjoy it. Thanks again.
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WOW I found this to emotional of a piece for me to even read all the way through...Infants being murdered because alcohol is more important to some one than safe driving!!! Have you ever noticed, it is very rare that the asshole drunk behind the wheel ever get's killed? I have seen so many drunks just walk away without a scratch, while babies and children suffer and die or lose their parents to a drunk driver! I have no sympathy for the alcoholic who drives! What I was able to read, was written very well. I'm sorry but this is one subject that really pisses me off. Just the whole Idea of drinking and driving!
~Laura 
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Hey, Ginna. This is that poem that you were TRYING to explain to me during school today.. haha. Well, It makes much more sence now that I read it. lol. I like! Good job
*Raven -
PLEADING!
Hey...ok I am trying to promote this contest! it is for a really good cause and I really hope people will go to it and write a poem! Mine is not the best and I know someone could write this better! So please go and look at the contest!
Thank you.
With a Loving Heart.
*Lady* -
Very good, Daughter of Mine, I just love the last stanza, "and who says you could play God." Very touching Write. Good luck.
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Thanks, Gine. It meets the criteria pretty well. The ending made me think of something I hadn't put into words before. D&D impairs judgement...and put one in danger of Eternal Judgement. Thank you so much. I know this is a hard topic. I appreciate your sharing this part of yourself. Peace & Love. ET
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