Mama Tells Me
The inescapable truth of alcoholism, a family disease
Dear, my dear,
we’re facing a problem
I thought I always
wanted you to stay,
Now I can’t get you to go away
Mama tells me
I don’t have a problem
But everyone else,
Don’t have to wonder,
Mama tells me she has desperately
Wondered, how to make it through the day
I don’t have the skills,
But I try, and I try
To make her obsession
Go away
Dear, my dear, we’re facing a problem
I thought I always wanted you to stay,
Now I can’t get you to go away..
Mama always needs sedation,
Many slippy sock vacations,
I’m in need of no medication,
But I try, and I try
To make her obsession
Go away..
Mama tells me she wishes
She were like me
She doesn’t know the demons I keep,
Mama tells me she has a problem,
No one else has this problem,
No one else has to wonder
I no longer know the demons she keeps
But I try and Try
To make her obsession
Go away….
Dear, my dear, we’re facing a problem
I thought I always wanted you to stay,
Now I can’t you to go away
Now I have lost my mind,
I have slippy sock vacations,
I’m in need of constant sedation
Where the hell is my medication,
Off to the ER I go,
Hoping I will score,
Holy crap do I need more,
A descent worse than Kafka
Now I try, and I try
to make my obsession go away
The only thing I can do is break the chains,
Now my obsession has gone away,
This is only temporary,
I must ask for help every day,
Dear, my dear, we’re facing a problem
I thought I always wanted you to stay,
Now I can’t get you to go away
About the Creator
Susan Eileen
If you like what you see here, please find me on Amazon. I have two published books under the name of Susan Eileen. I am currently working on a selection of short stories and poems. My two published books are related to sobriety.


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