"We Have To Leave Dad"
Said our young daughter
Write a poem that begins just as the world tilts forward:
Just as the world tilts forward
I knew I could live with this man
The support was helping me
He was going to go back to treatment
He promised. Our baby is doing better now
I could live with this man
~
Then came, "We have to leave dad!"
Who said that? Our daughter?
She saw that we couldn't stay
She saw that it wasn't working
She saw that he couldn't be sober
and off drugs, especially marijuana
He said, "I can't stop smoking pot
and that leads me back to the booze"
He was in treatment four times now.
They say it can take a while.
~
I had been telling our daughter
I'm the mom, now you go play
I will take care of your brother
Don't worry about it, I will do it
Go play, I'm the mom, I know
what to do. You go play.
But was I mom, and did I know?
Was our living in this way
in the best interest of our children?
~
If it were me alone, I could do it
But it wasn't just me, it was me
and two small children. A baby
that had almost died at one month
Him almost dying got me into recovery
and now it was time to leave his dad
again. Only this time it would be
the end of our marriage. I knew that
and so did he!
~
Years later, he would thank me for raising
our children. He died when our daughter
was eighteen. Our son was fifteen.
He was only forty-six years old when
he died from his addiction. He died from
a liquid morphine overdose. Our children
went to a support group for children of
alcoholics. They benefited from years
of that support, along with a sober
mother, and her sober friends and family.
~
And just as the world tilts forward
there are others with a similar addiction
my younger brothers, a stepdaughter,
a grandson, and we learned we can
continue to love them and we can
pray for them. That is what we can do.
~
Then we have many others that have
joined us in recovery, and a few that
haven't needed to join in recovery.
There childhood support helped
them to be successful adults at
ages forty-seven and fifty now!
They are both older than their dad
when he died from his addiction.
About the Creator
Denise E Lindquist
I am married with 7 children, 28 grands, and 13 great-grandchildren. I am a culture consultant part-time. I write A Poem a Day in February for 8 years now. I wrote 4 - 50,000 word stories in NaNoWriMo. I write on Vocal/Medium daily.


Comments (7)
Great work on something so personal, but doesn't one have to want recovery or hit rock bottom before seeking any help.
Oh love this, Denise <3
What an excellent entry Denise! Very inspiring!
A wonderfully deep exposé, Denise. You have certainly had your trials and tribulations in life. I take my hat off to you for being able to express them in your poems and stories.
I'm so glad that you guys got the needed support. Loved your poem!
oh wow, Denise, this is such a deeply emotional read. So many have gone through it and you really expressed what it is like. Great work.
Such a powerful poem, Denise, and a great entry for the challenge!