Addiction Poem about Family

I think the poem tells the story: drugs stole my son while I was busy working and providing a roof, food, and clothes. He was always so bright, so full of potential and I blame myself (although HE never has) for not paying closer attention. My naive outlook on life (in particular my own family) made this even harder to deal with.

My Josh

© Sue Cushing
In my mind I hold a picture
Of how we used to be
For everything you needed
You could turn to me.
I still see that sweet faced baby
And the toddler full of joy
The charming little person
And the athletic growing boy.
Every phase I relished
Treasuring every day
All the while knowing
Someday you’d grow away.

I guess I wasn’t watching
Not holding up my end
Because I swear I never saw
When evil stole in on the wind.
I sensed something was different
I knew something was wrong
But tried to justify my part
“The Single Mother’s Song.”
When I finally woke up
Nowhere left to hide
I cried and swore, yelled and begged
But I was always on your side!

Through all the broken promises
The stealing and the lies,
Somehow I still could find my son
When I looked into your eyes.
The phone became my enemy
Each ring could bring my death
Because I feared the words I’d hear
I lived holding my breath.
The road has not been easy
But I’ve always lived in hope
Because I know you’re not the enemy
The monster’s name is DOPE.
This disease will never leave you
You’ll struggle One Day At A Time,
You won’t always be a junkie
But you WILL always be MINE.

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Published: Jun 2011

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  • Thank you so much for sharing your poem about your son. My son is 34 and has been addicted to cocaine since he was 20. Your poem says it all.

    Jeanne, Dyersburg TN Submitted Nov 2011
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  • Beautiful poem! I'm a recovering addict, from dope as well (opiate use form 19-25) I just feel the need to tell you that in no way is it your fault that your son developed this horrible disease of addiction, unless you were also using which obviously you weren't. My mom was also a single mom working hard and overwhelmed a lot because she never took a minute for herself as she was always doing for me and my bro. She instilled morals, and values, she taught us right from wrong. When this disease came into my life I knew it was my choice to even try any of the drugs that I was always taught were bad. I chose to anyways, even though I knew better....therefore being my choice, my fault. Please stop blaming yourself, you are only beating yourself up for no reason. I will keep you and Josh in my prayers and I hope he finds his way into the rooms of NA...it saved my life. I'd love to hear an update on you both if Poss. Thx!

    Lindsay, Baltimore Md Submitted 11/4/2012
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