Sober Days

Mommy where have you been
Up in your head
In your own little mind
With the alcohol and nicotine
I miss you mom
Back in your sober days
I miss comin home to see you smiling
On the couch with no bottle in your hand
You say it makes you feel better
But all you do is cry
I miss you momma
Back in your sober days...

This poem is about: 
My family


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