K’Anne Meinel

In January 2009 my niece was killed by a drunk driver. This is in remembrance of ‘one more.’

I think I’ll have one more
What could one more hurt
My impaired judgment tells me that one more can’t hurt
The bartender tried to stop my one more
The bouncer at the door tried to stop my one more
The car didn’t start right away; perhaps it too was trying to stop my one more
The cars that swerved and missed me, perhaps one more will swerve too
No, that one hit me and ended the life of a child who will have no more one mores

I wish I could have one more with you
I remember thinking there would be a lot one mores
One more trip
One more cat
One more laugh
One more smile
One more joke
Just one more
What we all wouldn’t give for that just one more

Over 400 students attended the night before her funeral to give her parents one more hug in remembrance of my niece who would have no more one mores. She was only fourteen years old.

The man who killed my niece had been drinking for nearly eight hours in a strip club before getting in his girlfriend’s car and getting on the freeway the wrong way and driving for nearly six miles before hitting my sister-in-law and niece. He only got five years for killing her, he will have one more life when he gets out at the age of twenty nine.

So, that one more you’re thinking of having, if it’s a drink, refrain.
If it’s a memory, TAKE IT.


3 thoughts on “ONE MORE

  1. kannemeinel says:

    Reblogged this on K'Anne Meinel and commented:

    BeFORE you DRINK tonight

  2. Sharlie Mello says:

    This is so touching and paints a riveting, somber picture. I feel so deeply for your loss and that of the rest of her family. When I was seven years old (1954) my family moved from my hometown to a new time nearby in the same state because of my dad’s job. We had a car in town #1 but not in town #2. Then in 1959 we moved with another job transfer and then on to another (all with the same company). But mysteriously in the third town we were able to get a car again. Both of my deceased brothers and I always wondered why we didn’t have a car for that period of time. Everyone in the family is gone that I could ask, but I’ve often wondered if my alcoholic father might have lost his license due to a drunk driving accident. I don’t know what kind of laws and penalties they had back in the early 50s. Drunk driving is so dangerous and can cause so much pain, as your poem so expertly captures. Thank you for sharing this.

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