Addicted

The first time I held you In my arms I chose To love you Unconditionally Even though You were Tragically addicted At only Four precious days old. A baby, My sister, Suffering, Screaming, Pleading, As the withdrawals Turned you ravenous, Inhuman. So tiny Because of the heroin, They said. How could someone Do this to an infant, To a helpless human being? Trembling, Shaking, Furious At the world, At your foster parents, At me. Finally adopted After two Endless years. You’re older now, Yet It still Hurts you, Hurts our parents, Hurts me.