Cracked out...

How many times have you hit me..

while sitting there laid back..

tell me to watch the little ones ..

as you sat there smoking crack...

I tried to get away from you..

I tried to make them see..

I was so afraid to tell..

for what would you do to me....

I couldn't leave the children..

to one as out of control as you..

I thought that you might hurt them..

more often than you do....

I asked the Lord to help me..

In showing you the way..

he told me to be patient..

for there will be a brighter day..

I waited and I waited..

the cycle did not break..

the children grew to hate you..

and I could not forsake ..

I am sorry now your older..

your years have all gone too..

you keep on blaming me...

no Mother it was you..!!