You fail to realize the destruction seen in my tears,
Of everything you put me through in my adolescent years.
Finding it hard to see past the drink;
Never taking the time to reconsider and to think.
The divorce became too unbearable; recurrence of pain.
I had to witness your life sink down the drain.
With a fist in your left and in the right a bottle,
There was no stopping when you went full throttle.
No matter the time, I could smell it on your breath.
I hoped and prayed it would never bring you to death.
You were nothing short of a weak mother.
Nonetheless, I had no one other.
Though it has been some time, these things are in my dreams;
The sobbing, the hitting, and even the screams.
I love you the most mom, and you mean the world to me,
But it is never alright to sip away your own misery.
Forgiveness has been granted; you have changed your ways,
Even though I had to be my own parent during those days.
I now understand why you did what you did,
I just wish back then I would not have been a kid.
You haven’t been the best but look at me now,
I’ve shaped into the better of good somehow.
I will be so successful you just wait and see,
But it starts by ending alcoholism in our family tree.