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Abby
By Rachel Reed
(Contact: Leen013064@aol.com)

In loving memory of Abby Danielle Reed
Killed September 8th, 1996 while on her way to being born

I'm on my way into the world,
Mommy and Daddy's little girl.
Grandma's in the car ahead.
My Aunt is close behind.
There is no need to hurry though.
We still have lots of time.

Oh no, what's this? It cannot be!
A man driving drunk
Heading straight for me.

I hear the crash, I feel the pain.
Now someone's screaming Mommy's name.
It hurts so much, so very much.
It's more than I can bear.
Oh Mommy and Daddy he's killing me,
Too drunk to even care.

Why would this man choose
To drink and then to drive?
Now I hear the doctor saying
There's little chance that I'll survive.

"Oh God please let my baby live,"
I hear my Mommy pray.
But the Angels have already gathered
To carry me away.

They say I must go, they say it is time.
With my life I will pay for this man's crime.
There is nothing I can do.
I know I am going to die.
Can you hear me Mommy and Daddy?
I'm trying to say Good-Bye.

You'll never hear my laughter,
Or watch me run and play.
All your hopes and all your dreams
Have died with me today.

I'll miss you both, I love you so.
Jesus calls, it's time to go.
Heaven's gates have opened wide.
Now the Angels carry me inside.

As they place me in my Savior's arms,
I make a final plea.
To anyone who drinks and drives,
Please STOP! And think of me.

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