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  >> Static Item >> Poetry >> Experience >> ID #1156079  |   Show DetailsPrinter Friendly Page Tell A Friend
Memory Of Yesterday
being married, alcohol, concentrated on her selfish ways then her family.
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Memory of the yesterday
we had all there was
security,intamate,feelings of love.

Along came our children
that brightened our day
A daughter and a son
we were on our way.

The American dream
the goal of society
but why couldn't you empathize
the life of sobriety.

The childrens smiles
their laughter and chatter
this is my world
but yours is a different matter.

You started changing
with your discrete ways
whens mommy coming home
I don't know what to say.

She really loves you
her errands after work
staying gone longer and longer
into my heart with a dirk.

She really has alot
but why can't she see
does she not care
about her absentee.

Daddy Daddy
is it about that time
why isn't mommy home
it's after nine.

Come tuck me in
read me a book
I love you daddy
my little princess
with her look.

It's after two
skulking in
the smell of booze.
she can't see
her life this way
self centered
she like to stray.
the memory of the yesterday.








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