Drunk Or Not, I love you...

She had to much to drink that night,

So shed be moody when I walked in,

The chances we would fight,

Were all but very slim.

She was sitting on the sofa,

With a beer clutched in her hand,

Impaired from all the alcohol,

She could Barely even stand.

I crept into the Room,

I went as quiet as I could,

Avoiding her blurry vision,

Along with all the weakened wood.

My attempt to sneak by her failed,

Then she stared me in the eyes,

Asked me why I came in late,

And where Id been all night.

I told her I tried to call and tell her,

But nobody answered the phone,

I guess she was just passed out drunk,

On that sofa all alone.

She obviously didn't believe me,

Because she reared her wobbly fist.

She swung in my direction hard,

But I dodged it and grabbed her wrist.

I said I'm tired of your abuse

I hate you as a mother

I wish you'd die and go to hell,

But for real I loved her.

She said Since you hate me that much,

I guess that I should Leave,

you don't love me anyway,

I just don't know what to believe.

I pleaded to her please don't go,

but she already went out the door,

I looked on the table for car keys,

They weren't there anymore.

Shell come back I said,

Just like she always does.

Shell come through the front door,

She'll Kiss me and give me a hug.

But she didn't come back like I thought she would,

I stayed up for her all night.

I was worrying so badly.

I knew something wasn't right.

In the morning on the news,

I saw something I couldn't believe.

A car across the television screen,

The victim was forty three.

My mom is 43 I thought.

But that couldn't possibly be her,

This cant happen this isn't true,

This I don't deserve.

As they put her into the ambulance,

Realizing it was mom,

Even if she was a drunk,

I miss her now that shes gone.

~Josh Hopper~