Your friend you you must have

Loved so much more than

The life that you have carried.

Your friend your alcoholic friend

Made your gloomy days seem

Brighter and happier but

In the darkness of the womb

Where your baby should be safe

She is harmed by your bad habits.

You treated your baby was like an

Unwanted animal.

As soon as you birth your baby you

Were gone like the wind.

You didn't care about any of her firsts

Like first first birthday.

Her very bright imagination envisioned you

Like a goddess. But as she got older she

Grew to feel anger but then sadness

A ocean of emotions.

But you don't even think of her at all what

Kind of mother are you?

Your not a Mom your a Mother and to me

There's a big difference.