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I wrote this when my niece lost another one of her five children. It is very hurtful to see a child abandoned from the evil effects of drugs and to wonder whether the one doing the drugs is going to be alive the next day. Our family has been through rehab after rehab supporting her but to this day she still chooses the drugs over her beautiful gifts from God, her children. I just don't understand how she can do this to her children, her babies.

White Lies

© Laurie Stewart
They shun their families and their friends
and sometimes they lose their babies..

They play a game they can never win
while their loved ones live on hopes and maybes

They tell us lies that we want to believe
but it is only their selves that they deceive

They only live for the here and now
and they can not see the why or the how..

They break our hearts and awaken our fear
and their babies cry but they do not hear..

They tell us lies a thousand times old
while we shelter their babies from the cold..

They harbor their shame and use it as guilt to hide,
and they close their eyes to the pain inside.

Laurie Stewart (c)
1997

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Published: Jan 2010

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  • This is a great website. My sister is an addict! And just too hear someone write true words what were going through really helps. Really awesome

    Melissa Submitted Aug 2010
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  • isn't every word the truth????!!!??? A story I couldn't have said better myself. I have been there done that as an addict. Losing my girls, my place to live and the respect of my friends and family!!!! It is not a losing battle, however, I am over a year clean now, I have my girls back at home with me, a house to come home to, a job to be proud of, and a life I am proud to call my own. !

    Amber Jones, Slc, UT Submitted Jun 2011
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