Addiction Poem about Family

I wrote this for my 17 year old daughter as she waited in the Detention Center for a bed to open at a Inpatient Treatment Center. After 2 years of struggling with Heroin we finally got her in.... Bless you baby

To My Daughter

© Vicki Yates
To My daughter:

Most parents want their children
To grow up and follow in their footsteps ...

Not me!

Raising children while fighting addiction
Is harder than youd believe.

You take their birthday money,
The food from their mouth,

Just so you can enjoy one more round.
Another long night of flying high

When tomorrow comes,
Itll all be all right.

Youll make that promise --
over and over again.

Then the cocaine is delivered
And another long night begins.

Yes, I was a bad mom
And I cant take that back.

But eleven years clean,
Im finally on the right track.

Ive tried hard all those years
To make up for what Id done.

Then my baby comes to me
Mom, Im addicted to Heroin.

Why didnt I notice?
Did I not see the signs?

Or, because I think she is perfect,
Did I turn a blind eye?

Where did I go wrong?
What have I done?

The shame pours over me,
The damage is done.

Shes just like her mama,
Shes proven that fact.

Down the road to destruction.
When will she hit bottom so she can come back?

We will fight this together
And the journey begins.

But Mama cant win
With her group of friends.

I know that shes hurting,
I know how it feels.

But the Doctor will cure it
With a handful of pills.

She will fail over and over again.
Just like her Mama, an addict 'til the end.

I have to be strong now,
Shes getting the help.

But its so painful not sleeping
Or eating,

Knowing shes laying there
In a cell -- crying herself to sleep.

Ill see her on visiting days.
Ill try to be strong.

Shes just following my footsteps
And someday shell be the mom.

I love you baby,


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Published: Aug 2009

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  • I am a 17 year old IV heroin user of 3 years. I had to wait in a facility waiting for a bed at inpatient as well. My mom was not an addict but my dad was. This nearly mirrors my situation.

    Ashley Marie Submitted Jul 2010

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