LITTLE BRIDESMAID
A small bunch of flowers clutched in her hand,
A row of red rose buds on a white headband,
A dress of white satin with pink frilly lace,
And a lovely angelic smile on her pretty face.
Her heart was all a-patter, a bridesmaid at seven,
Little did they know that soon she’d be in heaven.
The wedding party were all for the bride waiting,
When a car came along much too fast he was going.
Around the corner he came and drove over the sidewalk
Knocking the child flying, no one could move or talk,
Now like a pretty rag doll she lay so still and broken,
No wonder that at that moment no words were spoken.
The car did not stop but still sped on at full speed,
Leaving behind heart and tragedy and great need,
A death a ruined wedding in one single blow
A drunk driver going as fast as the car would go.
When he was found and told of what did befall
He could remember nothing, he could not recall
Of even getting in the car and driving fast away,
Please don’t drink and drive get home another way.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson February 1, 2003