A poem to my alcoholic mother...
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A poem to my alcoholic mother...
This is a poem I wrote to my mum 4 months before she was finally admitted to hospital. Seeing as she was never sober, the conversations I had with her were pretty pointless. I decided to try writing it down on paper thinking it may have given me half a shot of getting through to her. It's safe to say it didn't work... However, I thought I would share as it pretty much sums up my entire feelings for the last 4 years.
She hurts me more than I could ever tell
What was my mum, is now a shell
Who ever knew, that drink could bring
So much pain and suffering to a human being
Lying to all her family and friends
I ask myself, will it ever end?
Completely oblivious to the pain caused
She goes to the fridge, another wine she pours
Down the hatch and out of sight
Not a thought for her daughter crying through the night
The things she says, they are so mean
I leave the house and want to scream
She's killing herself, with every drink made
She'll leave me without a mum at such a young age
I miss all the fun times we used to have
Dancing in the kitchen and having a laugh
It's been so long, she must have forgot
Once upon a time, we laughed a lot
Over the years, she's gone without a trace
A sad and angry woman stands in her place
Gone is her passion and drive for life
Her want to be a good mother and a loving wife
Where is my real mum, I often shout
I look at her, the lights gone out
Does she love us, I have to ask
Getting her to stop, is such a task
But I see a stranger, not my mum
The mum I knew, she would have done.
She hurts me more than I could ever tell
What was my mum, is now a shell
Who ever knew, that drink could bring
So much pain and suffering to a human being
Lying to all her family and friends
I ask myself, will it ever end?
Completely oblivious to the pain caused
She goes to the fridge, another wine she pours
Down the hatch and out of sight
Not a thought for her daughter crying through the night
The things she says, they are so mean
I leave the house and want to scream
She's killing herself, with every drink made
She'll leave me without a mum at such a young age
I miss all the fun times we used to have
Dancing in the kitchen and having a laugh
It's been so long, she must have forgot
Once upon a time, we laughed a lot
Over the years, she's gone without a trace
A sad and angry woman stands in her place
Gone is her passion and drive for life
Her want to be a good mother and a loving wife
Where is my real mum, I often shout
I look at her, the lights gone out
Does she love us, I have to ask
Getting her to stop, is such a task
But I see a stranger, not my mum
The mum I knew, she would have done.
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