Alone They Are Together
Alone, in the room they sit together,
Worlds
apart, but still they are the same.
Mother sits in
thought, contemplating,
On what is going to be her baby's
name.
Two years have passed, her child is getting
older,
Mothers proud of how her little boy has grown.
He cuddles
in her arms and now is sleeping,
Playing in a
dreamland of his own.
She must let go, and look away,
As
tears flow from her eyes.
He climbs aboard the big
yellow bus,
and waves to mom "goodbye".
My how time
flys, her son is grown,
Or so he seems to think.
He has
no use for momma now,
It's dope, and booze, and
drinks.
He only goes out partying,
With the coolest of his
friends.
He has no way of knowing,
That his young life soon
will end.
"An overdose", says the coroner,
And shakes
his head is disbelief.
While momma's busy crying,
And
choking in her grief.
In the start they were as one,
Till
drugs tore him away.
So momma tries to remember him,
As
he was in his younger days.
(c) 1998 Sherry Gautreau All Rights Reserved
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