Just One More Drink

A doll lay on the ground with smudge on its face in glare off head lights seems so out of place. The smell of burnt rubber fills the air as the scene invokes a horrifying stare. Time has stopped for a moment in the world as I view the lifeless body of a pretty little girl. In the longest minute I think about the lesson when everyone weeps at the funeral precession. Family in sorrow as they try to decipher why an innocent life was ended by an intoxicated driver. All could have been avoided we would like to think but he had to have just one more drink. Only the days can tell how long we mourn the life the gift the day she was born. Pray the mother pray the father for your baby is gone but in your memories and thoughts she will forever live on.