We used to talk
We used to laugh...

Mom, for all these years
I'm sure you've had...

I use to think that drinking wasn't a big deal
It was just a pass time or a way to have some fun...

At first i thought you were way to good for me
I thought you and me good never be...

A Mother has so many things to do,
From washing, ironing, cleaning to tying a shoe...

You may not be able to understand this poem.But...
She sits and wonders why her world is do dark...

I CANT STOP THINKING OF YOU THINKING OF YOU MAKES...

You said you would always be there
You told me you loved me...