Everyday
She wakes up
with fuzzy thoughts,
not knowing what happened the night before.

She looks around,
worrying where she left her daughter,
as she pushes herself up off the ground.

She wipes the sleep out of her eyes.
‘What the hell am I doing’, she thinks.
The smell of liquor bathes her mouth,
‘Wheres my Baby girl?’, she ponders
And stumbles out of the door.

She calls for a cab,
and cakes her face with powder,
and thinks, ‘Where’s my daughter?’

Still cloudy,
she wobbles out of the cab.
Sun beams on her cheap
wine infused hair.

She arrives home for her Baby girl
with a second to spare.
‘Why am I doing this to her?’, she thinks,
with a welcoming smile.
Baby girl is happy.

She showers all the
darkness and alcohol off her body,
and still believes she doesn’t have a problem.

‘What’s wrong Mama?’, Baby girl asks
‘What is wrong.’, Mama wonders.

She hides her problems,
vodka and cheap liquor,
but still supports her Baby girl.

Alcoholic,
confuses her,
She denies this
while she looks at her daughter;
‘I don’t have a problem’, she says.

But everybody knows she does,
yet she doesn’t accept help.
Her liver ruined.
She makes her problems worse
and doesn’t think of her Baby girl.

As she hugs and kisses her
daughter, she doesn’t think of her addiction.
‘Are you sick Mama?’, ask Baby girl  
‘Am I sick?’, wonders Mama.