Addiction Poem about Family

Killed By A Drunk Driver

I am a 44-year-old single mother with the last birdie about 3 years from flying the coop. I moved to Tennessee from Texas a year ago and have been inspired to write more than ever. Writing is a gift to me. It is not something that I have ever practiced, but a gift from God that he uses to tell other people.

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I'm a heroin addict and on methadone, I have been clean for 8 days, but the cravings are really strong, I enjoy reading these poems, but I don't know who to turn to!

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Six Years Old Today

Published by Family Friend Poems August 2010 with permission of the Author.

He would be 6 years old today, Daddy's little man,
Mama's little cuddle bug and Grammy's little ham.
I should be baking a cake today, chocolate's what he'd crave.
Instead I'm buying flowers to place upon his grave.
He'd have started school this year, we'd all have made a fuss
I'd planned to video his first trip on the bus.
I'd planned on being room mom, to fill his heart with pride,
Instead I am in counseling, dealing with this void inside.
After 12 years and 7 doctors, we finally had our son!
And we thanked God every day for that special little one!
He had my sense of humor, his daddy's handsome face,
He liked frogs and mud and rocks, and he loved to win a race.
We would give everything we own to have him back alive...
I BEG you, read and think of this,
BEFORE you drink and drive!

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