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
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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.
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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Jeanne, Dyersburg TN Submitted Nov 2011
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