mommy and daddy started yelling
they banished me and my sister to our room
we cover ouur ears to mask the shouts
we hope this will all end soon
the cops got caled again
two or three inside my house
they talk to mommy and daddy
i sit, quiet as a mouse
mommy began dissapearing
she was only "sick", daddy said.
but days became weeks and the weeks dragged on
and i couldnt make the connections in my head
one night at my grandmas, her face looks cold
and she admits to us in despair
"mommys sick..we need to go pick her up"
nobody told me where
at the walgreens across down
was mommy, feet bloody and cut
daddy shouted at me, told me not to look
i just wanted her "better" so much
one night daddys not home and mommy
takes me driving, a bottle by her side
she says the cops are coming,
and that we need to hide
the cops did pull us over
and mommy stepped out of the van
a man dressed in black said we had to leave
to the station...so i took his hand.
i didnt see mommy much after
"shes away getting 'better"' they said
but id want her do hold me like it was before
to sing to me softly and kiss my head...
once i was visiting her in a "hospitle"
it was dark and dreary, i think...
i rememer binging her food and things she wanted
often hearing "i need a drink"
nothing worked, she always escaped
the heeling process and effort it took
when the drop of liquid slid past her lips
she wouldnt give them another look
untill we found a place
WINNR was its name
they said she needed to leave for a while...
from me, they took her away...
months went by,til one day daddy said
we could write letters to our recovering mother
no phonecalls or anthing other than writing
but her words provided comfort like no other
shed draw us pretty pictures, of mirmades and castles
and fold them in with the enveloups she sent
"im getting better baby, miss you so much"
more than anything to me, she meant
then one day, we saw her there,
smiling for the first time in so long
feeling her soft tender hug brought tears to my eyes
nothing had ever felt less wrong
the story does not end here, however
the worst of it was done
3-6 man, those were the years i wont forget
oh isnt chindhood fun