Great Memories, Become Terrible Memories..
Happy, and joyful kids.
Making great memories.
Days become darker
Oldest kid takes care of younger siblings
Mother comes home late every night with a new man
Noone to call Dad. Or Mom...
Life is a blur.
Young Adult now understandsher Moms ways.
Killing herself with a needle.
Killng her family with her.
No one to call, "mother"
Making terrible memories.
This poem is about:
Me
My family