When I wake
My first thoughts are of you
My darling, once football crazy
Strong and healthy, laughing and happy
With a gentle soul and striking good looks
Likeable and loveable, law abiding
Giving and loving, witty and cheeky son
That was until that evil addiction took over your body and mind
Now I wake
I think of you
My frail, so so thin
Sick and sad
Bruised and broken
Tormented and jobless
Dependent and depressed
Battle scarred and brain crazy son
And my heart (u) feels heavy and broken
Addiction, a wicked taker of lives
I hate you for what you have taken from me and my son.
But hope and love will conquer you
Will take away your power
Will suppress you
With hope and love we will win this battle.
So as I wake and prepare for the day ahead
I already have my battle armour on and a sword in my hand
Another sword ready to hand to you when you are ready to take it.
I pray it’s soon.
As a mother of an alcoholic 