Kimberly Smith Ames
28 July, 1975 – 8 October, 1998
A Poem from MADD
Because he chose to drink and drive,
Now I would have to die.
So why do people do it, Mom,
Knowing that it ruins lives?
And now the pain is cutting me,
Like a hundred stabbing knives.
Tell sister not to be afraid, Mom,
Tell daddy to be brave.
And when I go to heaven,
Put Daddy’s Girl on my grave.
Someone should have taught him,
That’s its wrong to drink and drive.
Maybe if his parents had,
I’d still be alive.
My breath is getting shorter Mom,
I’m getting really scared.
These are my finial moments,
And I’m so unprepared.
I wish that you could hold me, Mom,
As I lie here and die.
I wish I could say I love you, Mom,
So I love you and good-bye.
This poem was supplied to us by the Smith family in memory of their daughter, Kimberly, for our website.