Mommy, Mommy don’t be sad It was my fault, I was bad I got good grades, yes I did Until I met some messed up kid She told me that it wasn’t me She said that smoking was the key She took me to a way cool party And introduced me to a guy named Marty He was a stealer And a dealer He took out some speed And gave it to me He told me to take a whiff So I took a sniff Mommy, Mommy I miss my life I could have made a real good wife Mommy, Mommy my futures gone My hopes, and dreams are washed away Mommy wasn’t my birthday in May? I would have been 16 If those drugs weren’t so mean Mommy, Mommy it’s just not fair Please give Johnny my old bear Mommy, Mommy spread the word Make your voice so that it’s heard Tell those mothers And the others What has happened Mommy, Mommy I miss you so much If I where there I’d hug you a bunch But I am not there And that’s what’s so unfair Mommy, Mommy something’s wrong Tell the family to be strong Mommy, Mommy I must say bye The funeral is over and now it is five
Reason for writing:
Well, this was the poem I had writen for our 5th grade D.A.R.E. I won the best in the school. But the real reson was because I feel really sad when I think of all the teenagers out there that take drugs or smoke. They get cancer and other life threatening diseases. And I know how it feels to lose a loved one because of that, my Great Grandfather died two years ago. We didn't have a father and daughter, or anything that close, he was more a friend that I had. When he died I cried and cried. When I wrote this poem I thought of him and thought ' If I was that said to lose him, a dear friend to me, then how would a mother feel to lose a daughter.
Birth sign: Aries
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