From Drinking To Jesus

Coming home drinking; Coming home screaming. Waking me up from peaceful dreaming. As a child in the night, I watched you and your boyfriend fight. Cops called from the stairs; I screamed but you didn't care. The cops left you alone; The boyfriend went back home. I patched you up and tucked you in As if you were a child and I wasn't ten. I learned to ignore Your drunken snore, And you repeated the cycle. I was fifteen when you hit wall. Youwanted to give up, To simply end it all. You stopped in a freeway and begged for a sign. I woke up to a call from the police. You were in jail, but you were safe. You came back later that day, It was as if you had seen a light. You declared that you felt Jesus inside. A lot of changes awaited for me; Sober Mom had rules, I couldn't be wild and free. I resisted at first, as teenagers do. I didn't know how to react When having rules was new. You and I grew closer As I realized you had won this time. You had fought the alcoholism And you had finally won. I was 18 and you were adventurous. You were mountain biking And whitewater rafting. I was finishing school. I wasn't worried about you coming home Because you made sure I knew. You planned a trip to Costa Rica for us! A trip I still remember. You and I were the best of friends A friendship of mother and daughter. I am past twenty-one now, And we still stay in touch. Mother and daughter for ever and ever. P.S. I love you THIS much!