Poetry

MY MOTHER

By 16th December 2007December 9th, 2019No Comments

She has a disease
that we don’t understand
She drinks the pain away
as we wash our hands.

Us kids we sit
and watch her pain
She drinks the pain away
and has nothing to gain

My mother, you see,
is a beautiful woman
She drinks the pain away
but it doesn’t seem she’s human

She sits and cries
and drinks her beer
She drinks the pain away
with many tears

She pushes me away
and doesn’t even know
She drinks the pain away
with no feelings to show

I love her very much
She says “This is my life!!”
She drinks the pain away
and causes so much strife.

One day she will see
That this is not the way to be
She drinks the pain away
“I Love You, Mom”

And this is not what I want to be.

Christie Bowman

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