This is a poem written by Krystle about her Uncle who was killed by a drunk driver

SEPTEMBER 1ST

Everyone cried that September day,

Sorrow had fallen in the worst way.

That September 1st he died on the street,

A fifteen year old girl lay dead on the seat.

As my Uncle lay there dying with a sad stare,

The drunk driver remains breathing without the slightest care.

All of our lives we have been told to forgive,

Why does he die and the driver still live.

He lays still and slowly dies,

Whispering, help, and softly he cries.

He thinks of his parents so loving and kind,

How hurt they will be when his body they find.

All that he wanted was the keys to the car,

His friend insisted it wasn't that far.

Not only one person died that day,

Two more in total were on their way.

A mother and child crushed by a van,

And, Willis Andrews a very young man.

In my heart I will hopefully forgive the guy,

Who caused the pain and made us cry.

I can't make a promise I cannot fulfill,

Until he repays the families of those he did kill.

by: Krystle T

In loving memory of my Uncle Willis

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