She has a drinking problem she does not know the meaning of stop.
She's been to the hospital so many times, she's causing her liver to rot.
She is lucky she is still alive, and to even be able to walk.
But when she's drunk the voice isn't hers when I hear her talk.
Her face isn't the face of my aunt and it makes me cry.
Because she doesn't see the possibility of dying is high.
Seeing her this way is hurting my soul and my heart.
I wish her life could get better or at least re-start.
She's so close to leaving this world and not seeing her family anymore.
She needs to put the bottle down and quit making her liver sore.
I can't stop my eyes from making water falls.
Especially when the hospital calls.
This is a dedication to my aunt marilyn.
I'm going to pray again and again.
By: Cherica Eckiwaudah