Then, Now and Someday

Once I knew an alcoholic who was supposed to be a mother.

She wasn't all her time and money went into other.

She never knew exactly what she was doing to her kids not being a mother!

Her children loved her yet could not stand her need not to be a mother!

Her daughter grew farther away everyday.

Now . . . I know a mother who is sick and still doesn't know her children.

Every night her daughter lays back and asks God why, why my life, why my mom, do we or do you choose our life to be?

Someday . . . I will know a mother who is no longer and I will pray to go I will get to know and love my mother!

Kelly Jo

1-20-01