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.