Poetry by Ronald Doe

I was asked to write this poem by a friend whose niece was distraught because she was pregnant and was addicted to drugs. She felt because of the drugs it was best to have an abortion. Her uncle showed her this poem and told her it was not too late to stop using the drugs. He also promised that the family would be there for her. The girl decided to quit drugs and have the baby. I know the baby was born healthy but I do not know how they are doing today as a result of losing contact with her uncle.

As I've grown older I've come to realize that alcoholism is a disease. However, the fact that alcoholism is a disease does nothing to help all the young children that are abused on a daily basis by alcoholic parents. Let's pray they get the help they desperately need.

You are not God's gift to recovery, recovery is God's gift to you

I wrote this poem after a good friend of mine died from an overdose of Heroin. "Just Say No" is a lot harder than people without the disease of addiction think. Unfortunately for we addicts when we don't say "no" we are essentially saying "yes" to many hardships and potentially death.

I wrote this poem after attending a meeting that centered on dealing with issues that stemmed from growing up in an Alcoholic home. At first it hurt but in the end it was worth it.

I wrote this poem by putting myself in the place of a young lady who shared being a victim of sexual abuse by her own father in a meeting.

My mother took care of my sister Kelly (who was paralyzed in a diving accident at age 16) for twenty-five years. The Doctor did not expect my Kelly to live for 6 months. When she died The Doctor called my mother and said, "I didn't think Kelly would live 6 months, there is no doubt in my mind that she lived for twenty-five years because of your unselfish and unconditional for her". This is why my mom will always be "My Best And favorite Girl"

I wrote this after attending a seminar on child abuse. I was sad to learn that most of the perpetrators of child abuse are trusted and known by the child. I made a solemn promise to myself todo my very best to watch and protect my son at all times. Remember, Parents, just mind that child

My sister Kelly was paralyzed when she was 16. For the next 25 years she was totally dependent on others. Even though she got dealt a bad hand, she remained strong and dignified throughout her life. That is why she'll always be "The Strongest Girl I Ever Knew". Kelly, I know you're dancing in Heaven

I wrote this poem to show the arrogance of an addict. No matter how dismal the situation may be an addict can convince him or herself that things ain't that bad. You cannot scare an addict because an addict has no fear. Even when we see our friends die of overdoses we still think it won't happen to us.

I wrote this poem in the early nineties after a friend of mine died of AIDS. She contacted H.I.V. by having intercourse with a "one night stand". This was before the current medication prolonged those afflicted lives. As I was thinking about her I said to myself, "Imagine Death comes in the form of love" and wrote the poem. the lesson is you don't have to be gay or use dirty needles to contact H.I.V

This poem was written as a result of being Irish and seeing some of those commercials with the leprechaun in them. I did some research on the leprechaun and Irish Folk Lore has it that if you can fix your eyes upon a leprechaun they cannot escape from you.

I wrote this as a song back in 1991. My wife was working and I was trying to have the house look fairly presentable when she came home so I wouldn't have to hear how she worked all day and had to come home to cook and clean the house. After washing the dishes, I simply said to myself, "Well, the dishes are done." and the rest of it just flowed after thought. People love it when I sing it to them.

Another Valentine poem from the archives. Maybe soon I'll have a reason to write a new and original one from the heart to a new sweetheart.

Just from the archives. it's probably 17 years old. I wrote it for the mother of my baby way back then.

I wrote this poem as a tribute to all Family, Friend, Poetry Forum Members. In the forum section I had it printed in red ink for valentine's day with the first letter of each line in bold black. If you look straight down the first letter of each line it says, Family Friends Poetry Tribute To Each Poet. I hope you all like it. Happy Valentine's Day to all.

Poem about my Mom for Mother’s Day. Mother Mary was my grandmother whom my mother found dead in her bed. Mike is her husband. Kate is my Aunt. April 1st and May 15 is when my sister Kelly and Colleen were born. Mother found Colleen dead from an overdose and watched Kelly slowly die for 2 months. Patrick and Butchie are my brothers. Mom didn’t have it easy, but still looks remarkable for 70 years old. I cherish each day she is with us. Dear oul’ wan is an affection term for Irish mothers.

My mother is an extremely strong woman. She was forced to bury two daughters and a Granddaughter. She catered to my paralyzed sister Kelly for 25 years. When Kelly died the Doctor called my mother and said, I gave your daughter 6 months to live 25 years ago. There is no doubt in my mind she lived 25 years because of your undying love."

Halloween, blood gurgling scream Little children run and hide Ghost costumes and flying brooms On which evil witches ride Haunted house, a shred