"I am the Mother of an AddictThis is not like being the mother of a child with cancer, diabetes, or aidsThis is not like being the mother of a child who is serving with honor in a foreign landThis is not like being the mother of a child who lives no more and is mourned by allI am the Mother of an AddictThere are no marathons or fund raisers for this disease, no sweet girls selling cookiesThere are no flags flying, or bumper stickers to proudly acknowledge my child's deeds There are only tears and silent screams, dread of what the next knock or phone call bringsI am the Mother of an AddictI see my child and I am not glad, for though I ache to save my child, with relief I let them goI see my child with fear and suspicion, as I hear all they say and I can but endlessly hopeI see my child and wonder will I ever know them again, hold them again, see them againI am the Mother of an AddictThe say it is not my fault, that I did nothing wrong, there's little I can doThe say it is not my child's fault, just a disease of disgrace, with no pity, no cureThey say be strong, but my life stands still and my friends and relatives move onI am the Mother of an AddictI watch the rest of my family suffer with sorrow and pain through the addictionI watch the evening news and cringe as another mothers addict child is arrested and called scumI watch a young man beg for change, for food and know he could be my ownI am the Mother of an AddictI remember the smiles and look at pictures of my sweet little childI remember the hugs, and kisses, the scrapped knees, the soccer gamesI remember their plans, their goals, their hopes and dreams I am the Mother of an AddictI look for child to come home, to call, and so I do not sleepI look for my child to find the strength to battle this terrible diseaseI look for solace, for help, for a cure and I grasp at what straws of promise I canI am the Mother of an AddictAnd I hope, in endless hope for future free from drugsAnd I hope in restless sleep of a way out of this nightmareAnd I hope, and I pray, and I cry, and I plead, but always, I love my child"My dear God.- Author Unknown
There is beauty to be found in the simple gifts of nature and the stillness of night
Yes, amen. Thy will be done.
megaroni5 wrote:I just saw this poem on Facebook the other day. It made me breakdown in tears. Even though it is about a mother and child it relates to all relationships.
I just saw this poem on Facebook the other day. It made me breakdown in tears. Even though it is about a mother and child it relates to all relationships.
Ohhh you got THAT right.......it relates to ANY relationship where there is addiction..........
soooooo sad and soooooo spot on
Live and let live and do it with peace and goodwill to all!!!!
Beautiful Thank YOu
Stepping onto a brand-new path is difficult, but not more difficult than remaining in a situation, which is not nurturing to the whole woman.- Maya Angelo
Thank you GE, from one mother to another.
If God is your Co Pilot, change seats.
Thank you for sharing that.