Sober Now

by Tiffany   May 14, 2008


When I was young
there was a man
who always use to drink.

He may not have been drunk
But that sweet alcohol
ran through his veins.

But then one day
he had to chose
between the alcohol
or my mother and me.

The choice he had
was very hard
because he did not want to lose us
If he had picked the wrong thing.

So he chose to never drink
and he came home
to my mother and me.

Sober is what he is now
no more sweet alcohol drinks for him
I am just glad my StepDa realized
Home is where he needed to be.

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