Mom
Dedicated to my mother, Susan Marie Ruiz, and anyone else who has been affected by the use of meth or any other type of drug.
It’s a three letter word.
One vowel, two M’s.
All should have one in their lives, until their life ends.
So, why, when I look around, are you no where to be found?
I look to my left, I check my right. I look through the mail, still no where in sight.
You said that you missed me, you would check in when you could.
I didn’t believe you, yet you promised me you would.
Now i’m almost 17, with no mom around.
It’s almost like you carried me for 9 months, just to leave me on the ground.
You took a hit, you went to jail.
You lost your kids, I guess “oh, well.”
Your daughters are growing, your sons an adult.
Their all in pain, it’s not all your fault.
Meths like a weapon.
It takes your soul, and throws it further than heaven.
I know you’ll realize someday, all that you’re missing.
Your daughter said her vows, and now she’s almost kissing.
Your son finished college, hes working now and aging.
Jean is done with high school, she’s almost graduating.
You’re in a hospital, you almost see the light..
Your scared now, your thinking and regretting the first time you took a hit.
All the times you failed to quit, that moment when you should have said,
“I’m so done with this.”
But you never put it down, you never called my phone.
I bet you regret it now, you’re laying there alone.
Mom, I always think about you, pray, and cry about you.
Now it’s almost a four letter word..
D—E—A—D
I don’t want that, I want you here with me.
