Unbalanced
Tipsy was she
It was only 4 in the evening
She doesn't understand how it affected me
"more" she kept pleading
I was the caretaker
She kept sipping and it just got later and later
I often wondered if she cared
Late night driving and I was scared
Now I am an adult
I realized it wasn't my fault
But, I still love her
Because she is my mother
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