Mom is what we call her,
We carried her photo in a frame,
My heart says to forgive her,
My head keeps on blaming her.
She started drinking from the bottle,
Hitting that smoke in that pipe,
Poking herself with that needle,
That's how she left us.
Addiction running in our family,
Drinking was always a serious thing,
Getting over that hangover ,
The very next day!
If we hit that spot,
Would you ever,
Want to keep us around?
Its why you left,
Because you spent your life upside down!
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My Past Life!
Short StoryBecoming a writer is a dream like any other! I've been writing ✍️ ever since I could remember. My inspirations come from many varieties of people throughout my life. Sometimes when I'm just having a hard time and I don't know how to tell someone how...
